"Hi. Nice to meet you," Cassidy said to Terra, though she still did not know her name. All around her was the sound of shallow, careless breathing. She retired to her bunk, pulling on a pair of pajamas, and bringing the covers up to her chin.
For a while, she just lay there, looking up at the canopy. She watched the ripple of the facbric as a breeze made contact with it through the window. She wondered briefly about home, and about her parents. Her mother, a witch, had been more than excited about Cassidy going off to school at Hogwarts, but her father...he was a completely different stroy.
"Why do you feel the need to learn magic? You're fine just the way you are! You're a second degree blackbelt for goodness' sake," he had told her. He had let his guard down, and was showing his frustration openly. His strong, sharp face turned hard and determined as he looked at his daughter.
"But dad..." she began, and gave up. What could he understand? He had no magical power. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to rely on her mageic very heavily when she could defend herself so well without it. He just...didn't understand.
Cassidy rolled over on her right side, and closed her eyes. She breathed in deeply, and tried her best to get to sleep, her father's voice ringing in her ears, even into her dreams.