Mew13
Aqua Trainer
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- Posts
- 21
- Years
- Age 35
- Returning from the shadows
- Seen Jul 3, 2006
Jillian took a deep breath nervously, letting it out in a slow motion, as she always did when she was nervous. Her light blond hair fluttered about her, as did the wide sleeves of her light pink shirt and the bottom of her floaty black skirt. Her small frame shuddered as she closed her eyes and pushed the trolley she was using through the platform barriar.
She had been expecting to smash into it, though she found she did not. A large, crimson train stood before her, steam whooshing out from it, reminding Jillian of an angry bull. She clasped her hands in front of her nervously, and here honey brown eyes searched the platform curiously.
Her mother turned her around, pulling Jillian into a hug.
"I'm not sure exactly whay this is all about, yet Jillian, but I know it has to do with your father. He was a wizard after all. Maybe you'll find the answers you've been looking for at the school. I hope Hogwarts treats you well...." her mother said.
Jillian looked into the identical eyes, and threw her thin arms around her mother. "I'll miss you so much! I'll send an lett- er- owl every week! I promise!"
"I know, sweetie," her mother said gently, patting the 10-year-old's back before stepping away. "You'd better get on the train dear."
Jillian sighed again. "I'm going mom," she whispered.
"You're father would be proud, dear. I'm sure he would never have wanted to miss this day," her mother said, almost wistfully.
With that, Jillian pulled away from her mother, waving and boarding the train.
She soon found an empty compartment, sitting down and placing her trunk next to her. A small ball of black fuzz emerged from the backpack she carried, mewing quietly.
"Shh, Honouria. I know, I know," Jillian soothed the kitten, stroaking it's soft head. The kitten purred contentedly. Jillian sat alone, being much to shy to ask to sit with anyone else. She pulled out her Charms book, flipping to the middle section, as she had already memorized the front.
OOC: I forgot to mention that Jillian has "Hermione Granger Syndrome". She often sounds like she's swallowed the textbook!
She had been expecting to smash into it, though she found she did not. A large, crimson train stood before her, steam whooshing out from it, reminding Jillian of an angry bull. She clasped her hands in front of her nervously, and here honey brown eyes searched the platform curiously.
Her mother turned her around, pulling Jillian into a hug.
"I'm not sure exactly whay this is all about, yet Jillian, but I know it has to do with your father. He was a wizard after all. Maybe you'll find the answers you've been looking for at the school. I hope Hogwarts treats you well...." her mother said.
Jillian looked into the identical eyes, and threw her thin arms around her mother. "I'll miss you so much! I'll send an lett- er- owl every week! I promise!"
"I know, sweetie," her mother said gently, patting the 10-year-old's back before stepping away. "You'd better get on the train dear."
Jillian sighed again. "I'm going mom," she whispered.
"You're father would be proud, dear. I'm sure he would never have wanted to miss this day," her mother said, almost wistfully.
With that, Jillian pulled away from her mother, waving and boarding the train.
She soon found an empty compartment, sitting down and placing her trunk next to her. A small ball of black fuzz emerged from the backpack she carried, mewing quietly.
"Shh, Honouria. I know, I know," Jillian soothed the kitten, stroaking it's soft head. The kitten purred contentedly. Jillian sat alone, being much to shy to ask to sit with anyone else. She pulled out her Charms book, flipping to the middle section, as she had already memorized the front.
OOC: I forgot to mention that Jillian has "Hermione Granger Syndrome". She often sounds like she's swallowed the textbook!