Ever tried to explain to someone something that only you understand; like a dream? Or an idea that only makes sense in your head, or a secret code that only you and a few other people could speak as well. Well that’s what it was like being a witch with a muggle family. Despite the fact that her parents had been to Diagon Alley and to the train at platform 9 ¾ but to her younger siblings, they didn’t quite understand.
“Astoria has to leave for school again? But but why?!” Her youngest siblings complained as they all sat at the breakfast table. The home was practically having a feast, the blonde and her matching male counterpart both prepared for their departure to their respective schools but the youngest siblings still didn’t understand why Astoria went so far away compared to her brother who could make weekend visits home. Explaining to them why they couldn’t visit was hard considering it was more of a ‘seeing is believing’ style of situation. And that was something she couldn’t show her siblings.
“It’s okay, I’ll be back for the holidays.” Was the way the blonde haired girl in the high pony tail responded as she munched away on her pancakes. The question arose asking if one of the siblings would ever be able to attend the school that Astoria was going to and she shrugged, her brother matching her motions in the twin-sort-of-way. Her brother was around longer then her younger siblings and saw his sister go into the magical world and knew things the younger siblings didn’t. And now, it wouldn’t surprise any of the family is one of the other children turned out to be magical and got a letter at 11 years old. Now they couldn’t count anything out.
Their mother huffed and puffed as she rubbed her belly, the newest member of their family growing inside and making her feel worn out due to the amount she had grown. A small laugh left Astoria as she got to her feet and helped her mom with the dishes. Soon the entire kitchen was clean as the siblings felt bad for their exhausted mother and always did what they could to help.
Because of her mother’s exhaustion, her father was the one to take her to the station so she said good bye to her siblings, crated her cat and hugged her mom tightly before climbing into the car.
“I wish I could have used magic to help mom with the house…” She muttered under her breathe as she pouted out the window.
“Well kiddo.” Her father said with a small sigh but a bright smile.
“We’d rather have you follow the law and continue your schooling then to lose this incredible opportunity.”Her father, always the words of wisdom and she nearly giggled in response,
“You’re right dad, thanks.” It wasn’t long before the two arrived at the train station, her father still nervous about walking through the wall but with the guidance of the daughter and being the one to push the cart; he was more than willing to do so for his little girl. The good bye was a bit disheartening as having such a parting ways with a large family was always hard. A deep sigh left her as she watched her dad awkwardly attempt to leave and even having to ask for directions on how to get out. Luckily people seemed a lot more kind now-a-days and she felt okay letting her father wonder out.
Climbing aboard the train, the blonde was in a pair of dark blue jeans, black sneakers and a bright yellow jersey sporting her class colors with pride along with the number 11 on the back. Her Quidditch number to be exact!
If there was one thing the young blonde hated it was being alone. So her hunt for a cart was based around one thing; which one had people in it. And of course, the first one she found was the one that held Skyler Gray. When it comes to interaction, they had some classes together and may have held from brief conversation but after so many school years together, it was hard not to know who each other was and being who
she was; she was always up for moving an acquaintance to a friend.
“Hello Skyler.” Her voice was bubbly and cheerful as she stepped inside the carriage.
“Mind if I join you? Did you have a good summer?”
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