The lesson eventually entered familiar territory as Professor Sprout explained their tools and showed the class around the Greenhouse. This, at least, didn’t require the use of a wand. As much as Sadie had loved buying her wand (and nearly blowing up half of Ollivander’s shop when the dogwood wand had met her hand), there was something… intimidating about that sort of magic. Sadie hadn’t been able to find anything in her textbooks about how to grip it, let alone how it [i]worked[/i]. And as much as she yearned to cast magic, a secret terror lingered in her heart. What if she wasn’t [i]actually[/i] a witch? What if she didn’t actually belong here?

By the time they were filing out of the greenhouse, Sadie was starting to feel sick. Freyja smiled and flounced off to join a round-faced blonde and an extremely tall boy. Sadie tried not to let her nerves drive her spare. Following the massive crowd out of the Greenhouse, she dug in her bag for the schedule she had already memorized. Transfiguration with Professor Clearwater in Classroom 1B. 

“First years!”

Sadie perked up at the familiar voice of their prefect Xia He, crossing the bridge with a wide grin. Sadie glanced to Seine and George before falling in, twitching her fingers in greeting at Gail and Asenath. 

“Right, looks like that’s all of you. Let’s get you to Transfiguration,” Xia He was all smiles, and Sadie winced as she spied her brother over her shoulder, surly as ever. Resolving to ignore him, she instead returned her attention to Seine and George.


“Professor Sprout seems nice,” she remarked lightly, clasping her hands behind her.

“Pity we can’t actually [i]do[/i] anything yet,” Seine remarked, nose scrunched in distaste. Sadie blinked.

“Well, [i]yet[/i]. You have to walk before you can run though, right?” She pointed out with a lopsided grin, brow quirking. “Besides. It’s [i]magic[/i]. Even the ‘boring’ bits are freakin’ [i]magic[/i].”