Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2013 13:25:49 GMT -8
Amara's favorite season was the Fall. Perhaps because she had birthday-bias (October), but she particularly enjoyed the feeling of the season. It was her happiest time of year. The air was fresh and crisp, the leaves falling from the trees filled the air with a sweet aroma, and the weather was mild, with only a small chill.
Amara's clothing of choice was a sundress, but since she couldn't wear them at Hogwarts anyway, she found her uniform quite comfortable this time of year as well. In warmer weather, they were a little too hot. In the Winter, they felt too thin. Fall was just right.
She sat in the courtyard between classes, a good few of her classmates were also milling about. She was cross-legged on a bench, writing a letter to her parents. They liked to get letters from her pretty regularly. Not only because they liked to hear from their daughter, but because they thought the owls were cool. She tried to send a different one each time to surprise her mother, who found them to be beautiful.
Muggles never really saw owls outside of photographs and movies. And if they did, they definitely weren't delivering letters. It was a quaint little thing about this world that Amara loved. And her parents had good reason to consider it a treat.
She looked up from her letter between paragraphs to people-watch a little. Amara had been here six years, and had surely made plenty of friends to write home about, but she still didn't know a lot of the kids in her own year, let alone the older and younger ones! That was one aspect of Hogwarts that was disappointing--the houses were encouraged to rival each other rather than unify. Much of Hogwarts' history was based in petty rivalries that split up the founders--you'd think things would have changed as a result.
But, alas, no. Gryffindors still hated Slytherins. Slytherins still hated everyone. Ravenclaws basically stuck to themselves. Hufflepuffs just didn't take part in it at all...the old stereotypes. Plenty of students broke the stereotype, but the majority still held set in their ways.
She looked back down at her parchment and began writing again. She'd give one thing to the Muggles--pens were so much more convenient than quills. It had been fun and new for about a week, and then Amara decided she'd rather use pens. Six years later and she was used to the Wizarding way by now, but still, it seemed awfully inconvenient in a culture that uses magic to make basically everything else convenient.
A small smile appeared on her face at this thought, and decided to write it in her letter to her parents.
She was just signing her name when a figure stood in front of the sunlight, casting a shadow over her. She looked up amiably.
"Hi," she said in a good-natured way. She still had to let the ink dry, but set the letter down on her other side. "Were you wanting to sit here?"
Amara's clothing of choice was a sundress, but since she couldn't wear them at Hogwarts anyway, she found her uniform quite comfortable this time of year as well. In warmer weather, they were a little too hot. In the Winter, they felt too thin. Fall was just right.
She sat in the courtyard between classes, a good few of her classmates were also milling about. She was cross-legged on a bench, writing a letter to her parents. They liked to get letters from her pretty regularly. Not only because they liked to hear from their daughter, but because they thought the owls were cool. She tried to send a different one each time to surprise her mother, who found them to be beautiful.
Muggles never really saw owls outside of photographs and movies. And if they did, they definitely weren't delivering letters. It was a quaint little thing about this world that Amara loved. And her parents had good reason to consider it a treat.
She looked up from her letter between paragraphs to people-watch a little. Amara had been here six years, and had surely made plenty of friends to write home about, but she still didn't know a lot of the kids in her own year, let alone the older and younger ones! That was one aspect of Hogwarts that was disappointing--the houses were encouraged to rival each other rather than unify. Much of Hogwarts' history was based in petty rivalries that split up the founders--you'd think things would have changed as a result.
But, alas, no. Gryffindors still hated Slytherins. Slytherins still hated everyone. Ravenclaws basically stuck to themselves. Hufflepuffs just didn't take part in it at all...the old stereotypes. Plenty of students broke the stereotype, but the majority still held set in their ways.
She looked back down at her parchment and began writing again. She'd give one thing to the Muggles--pens were so much more convenient than quills. It had been fun and new for about a week, and then Amara decided she'd rather use pens. Six years later and she was used to the Wizarding way by now, but still, it seemed awfully inconvenient in a culture that uses magic to make basically everything else convenient.
A small smile appeared on her face at this thought, and decided to write it in her letter to her parents.
She was just signing her name when a figure stood in front of the sunlight, casting a shadow over her. She looked up amiably.
"Hi," she said in a good-natured way. She still had to let the ink dry, but set the letter down on her other side. "Were you wanting to sit here?"
