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Elsie was interested in Hogsmead, but any questions were silenced when the class started. She instead tried to stand still while she waited for the class to all call their broom. The downside to knowing what she was doing, she had to wait. While she looked around, she was starting to be uncomfortable when she realized how many of her classmates were struggling and how easily she was able to get her broom to come. Not liking any eyes on her, being reminded of her embarrassing morning, but she quickly pushed those thoughts aside. She tried to not watch others, since it felt like many were watching her as well. Elsie was starting to wish she had taken it easy. But a tiny part of her was really happy she was not out of place. Which made her glance at Kyra. Poor Kyra... Elsie thought. She was wondering how she could help her friend without saying anything. Frowning slightly, she realized there was nothing she could do at the moment. She tried to not draw any attention to Kyra, and planned on offering help after class. Hoping Kyra would not take any offense. It sounded like a reasonable plan when the muppet spoke. Loudly. Slitting her eyes in fury, Elsie realized it was going to be very hard to not smack that slimy git. She was very glad she had talked to Markelm earlier. She took a calming breath but gripped her broom wanting to smack him with it.

Her anger stayed when she heard Professor Normal instruct them to do the next step. Not wanting to be ahead of anyone, Elsie waited until most of them were busy trying to kick off before she slipped the broom between her legs and kicked off; sliding her feet to the metal stands and she hovered. The rush of flying healed her anger while the memories flooded to her mind. She remembered the tiny flying lessons, how Markelm told her to control the broom. Slipping her hand along the broom to keep it steady; Elsie forced herself to not fly off. She did not want her broom taken away. Oh; this is a tease... she thought with a sigh and she tested the limit as she hovered a bit higher. There was a burst of giggles coming from where the cute Slytherin boy was. She leaned forward on her broom to sneak a glance seeing another boy had crashed and fallen. Elsie hid a smile, not wanting Kyra to think she would be teased by her. Speaking of the muppet, Elsie glanced at him and had a brief daydream of him being the one that crashed. She almost got her wish when he saved himself. Bullocks. She thought with a slight scowl. She glanced at the other boy she had noted earlier and saw he was keeping his cool; though wobbling as he could not get the broom fully off the ground. Glancing at Kyra, Elsie saw her friend was not even close to taking off the ground. Dismounting with a sidestep, Elsie whispered to Kyra, "Try to trust the broom. It listens if you relax."

Professor Normal went over to a young Ravenclaw, a young lad that was adjusting his glasses with annoyance as he once again set the broom on the ground. The broom hardly left the ground, and when he called it to him; it moved too fast for his comfort. He noticed the Professor was walking over and tried to regain his cool. He heard others talking to the broom; one was even cussing. Why was he singled out? He thought with a heavy sigh. His father would never let him hear the end of this. He thought while he was gently told how to fix not only his stance, but his hand placement and tone of voice. Professor Normal then walked to another child and tried to help her not fall; but got there too late as she fell backwards and almost knocked over a classmate. "I want you all to take care in your commands. Don't feel the need to force control; the broom will listen to your slightest touch." she said to the class, while she suggested to the girl getting up, to try and hold the broom handle as if it were an egg. Professor Normal paced a little watching as eventually the majority of the class were hovering in some form. There were four students that were unable to kick off. The silver haired witch Kyra was the first the Professor came to. She overheard the redhead Elsie try to give advice and watched to see what Kyra would do.

Gina immediately regretted letting Fawn lead the way, but she followed nonetheless. She was actually finding herself interested in the conversations held with the portraits. She was glad her first guess about the girl was right, well second guess about the girl. Fawn was fun. Though, her first guess was correct as well. Gina thought as she yet again pulled the easily distracted Fawn back on the path to the owlery. Anytime she tried to talk about school or classes, Gina found that Fawn was just too random to keep focused on a single conversation. Gina was alright with that though, she did not mind the topic. She liked the company. Even if she sometimes felt like she was going in circles.

Eventually they exited the school. Gina was surprised to see Fawn pull out glasses, which explained the lack of personal space and her talking to statues... well it hopefully explained some things anyway. "I hear students get lost in there all the time. But I don't know much about it..." Gina said with a slight blush, hidden by her darker skin. She glanced at the woods and was rather glad Fawn did not suggest they go in. It looked scary, and sounded dangerous. From all the stories she had heard. Gina cleared her throat, and refrained from asking what a Tyrafinkles, Goosewiggles and lillypounds, were. She had never heard such names, but she had a lot to learn about the world of magic. At first Gina started to follow Fawn then she stopped and watched the girl wander around talking about her owl. "What type of owl is he? I thought all owls were big. The ones at my farm sounded large at least, they hide a lot so I only get to see them in the shadows." When given the lead, Gina gladly took it and glanced up at the only tower visible. She hoped that was the owlery; there was a bird flying out. So it made sense. She nodded then led the way to try and find the entrance to the tower.

She found the entrance and pointed to the door above them which was connected to a flight of stairs. The stairs were outdoor leading all the way up to an open door showing there were owls all over the place. Gina circled the tower to find the entrance of the staircase, then started walking up. Glancing at the steps; she was disliking the bird poop and was trying her best to avoid stepping in it. "How long have you had your owl?" She asked trying to make conversation; to distract herself from the gross.


Elsie noticed Kyra was upset, but she did not realize how upset until she spoke and Kyra exploded. Eyes wide, Elsie just stared at Kyra while the girl said how much she hated flying. She even took a step back when Kyra started to stomp on the broom. "Kyra..." she started to say, wanting to comfort her friend and explain she had a few lessons. Though, she did not struggle with flying. She struggled with even being in this school, with all the new experiences. So she understood somewhat what it was like to feel like an outcast. Elsie felt like that a lot at her old school even. Kyra then freaked, Elsie also noticed all eyes were on Kyra. Before she could say anything, Kyra started to run off. Elsie had no idea what to say, a part of her wanted to run after her friend. Then she froze, panic swam through her mind wondering if she even had a friend anymore.


Professor Normal watched the fit calmly; she always had one or two students who have hated flying. It is usually connected to a fear of flying, though it was drama. And Professor Normal disliked drama. She would have to try talking with the girl to have some one on one lessons. To prevent the girl from flying off the handle down the road. Especially since Abby Normal knew Veronica. This would be an interesting conversation... Abby thought trying to hide her unease. "Miss. Hallow... ". She started to say when the girl scrambled and was running off. "Miss. Hallow, if you leave this class you will have detention. The rest of you, eyes forward and focus on your brooms. I want you all to summon your broom to you; feet back on the ground. " the Professor said, acting quite stern. If Kyra stopped, she would go over to talk; but if Kyra left, the Professor would have to focus on the children before her and finish the class. She would not let them go flying now though. She would try to calm Kyra, if the child stayed. If not she would command the class to simply do broom summoning drills. If Kyra stayed, Professor Normal would state, "Miss Hallow, you may take a moment to collect yourself; then we can talk. Take heart, there are many who struggle with flying. It is something one can overcome with patience."

Gripping the broom, Elsie's heart was not into flying anymore. She felt a lump in her throat as she tried to not panic about losing her new friend. She saw the other kids were still looking at her, whispers were arising while the Professor demanded they go back to their broom lessons. Elsie was unable to focus on her broom, she felt ill and was dreading the end of class now.

Gina blinked multiple times, unsure if she heard correctly. Oh no, no no no. Gina thought while she worried about her house losing points, at the same time worrying about Fawn dying. Well, more getting them into trouble. Then guilt swam through her mind as she put the trouble over death. Her thoughts were interrupted as she tried to make sense of the breed of owl. Was it a new breed only wizards knew about?

Gina tried to ignore the disgusting smell getting stronger while the number of owl droppings increased the higher they went up the steps. It was just like back at the farm. She had been hopeful to be away from all that. It reminded her of the last thing she was told by her family. Gina forced herself to look up so she could stop seeing the bird droppings, but the smell constantly reminded her of so many things. Once they entered the room, Gina was unsure what owl was Fawn's. She looked around and saw so many different owl breeds, which made her curious. She had never seen so many owls before, the few owls she had seen at the farm were tiny and usually hidden in the shadows. Fawn called for her owl and a giant owl swooped down landing on Fawn's head. Eyes wide, Gina took a step back intimidated by the giant wings and talons. "Wait, she? Mr.Hooters... is a she?" Gina asked, not sure why she noticed that.


Elsie was surprised to see Kyra run even after the Professor threatened detention. It actually eased her worry of their friendship, when she realized that Kyra, who had not even an hour ago nagged Elsie for having her clothes all rumpled, would never make a scene like this. Something was wrong. Kyra would never risk detention. They only knew each other for two days, but Elsie knew that much about Kyra. She started to cheer up as she called the broom to her for the rest of the class. It was rather dowdy, and she could understand the complaints that were being whispered from other students. She hoped that the mixed emotions were fixed by the time they were dismissed. After time passed, they were told to gather and return their brooms to Professor Normal.


Elsie glanced around as the class scattered; with some talking to their friends, some walking back to the school and some went to enjoyed the beautiful day. Elsie felt a bit awkward and alone. She wondered about heading back to the school and try to find Kyra, but she also was considering trying to make friends. Give Kyra some time alone to calm down.

Professor Normal hid her frustration while she watched all the kids leave their brooms with her. She counted them to make sure they were all brought back, she then waited until the class scattered off a bit before she put them all away in the shed. Walking off, she went to find the Head of Ravenclaw. Professor Quagon. There would have to be consequences for Kyra. If she left it alone, the other students would take control of the class. Abby was not the most aggressive teacher, it made her feel uneasy when there was any drama. Usually students were excited and willing to learn to fly, but there was always at least one who was bad at this. One who tried to get out of class. One who brought drama. Sighing, Abby was annoyed as she walked to the school. Professor Quagon, it seemed, stayed hidden in his room and slept until the late afternoon. He should be awake by now. She had started working there around the same time as him, so she knew how to talk to him. He was a bit... odd to talk to... But he was a good teacher and quite brilliant. She should find him in the Astronomy tower, and hopefully explain what happened. He would have to have a talk to the young Ravenclaw and get her detention in order. Abby sighed as she walked the long walk to the astronomy tower.

Gina was still intimidated by the large bird, but she found herself watching Mr. Hooter with interest. The bird was sweet tempered and seemed to really like Fawn. "Never been around owls a lot, I would not know the difference between a male or a female bird. How can you tell?" Gina asked while she slowly stepped closer to watch the bird. She was nervous to be too close, and it made her somewhat uneasy with the ones flying above her. But she was starting to get used to them when Mr. Hooters flew off. Gina scurried a few steps back as she bird take off and glide through the air. Such a large bird, and flight is so easy for her. Gina thought watching the feathers slightly move. She had always liked how birds could fly, though she was not too fond of being close to larger animals. Gina thought back to when she was told she was a witch, and when she learned she would learn to fly on a broom, she was excited for tomorrow. The day Hufflepuff learned to fly.

She followed Fawn out of the owlery and watched, slightly amused, while Fawn finally realized her glasses were slanted. When she was grabbed and pulled to the ledge, panic blossomed before she paid attention to the words Fawn spoke. Although Gina was not nearly as curious as fawn, she was interested. She had thought the Forbidden forest was just that. Forbidden. It was a bit shady. This is true. With the lack of schoolwork she needed to do, and her lack of talent for finding adventures, Gina decided why not. She was about to answer when Fawn ran ahead, wand out at the ready. "Wait! Wait for me!" she found herself saying and she scurried down the steps as fast as she felt safe to, obviously slower than Fawn who seemed to be speeding down the steps. Gina reached the bottom of the steps, somewhat thankful for the large farm her parents owned. She had run through the fields with her siblings all the time, and all that exercise helped her chase after her new friend. Still, she did not have the same speed as Fawn.

Finally reaching the bottom of the steps, Gina followed Fawn as they cut across the lawn, trying to find the mysterious people who had left the forbidden forest. What had they been up to? How did they even get in? Gina had been told there were barriers in place. She was finding herself curious as she followed Fawn into this adventure.


Elsie was discovering it was harder to speak to these kids than she had planned it out in her head. Hello. It was pretty simple enough to say, but she instead said nothing as she watched everyone wander off or go to talk to others. She was about to give up when she heard someone talking; she turned to make sure they were talking to her then she blinked as she slightly blushed seeing a handsome smile attached to the cute boy she had spotted earlier. She was also realizing he was complimenting her on her flying. She started to realize she was staring for too long and she had not answered yet. "Oh, um I... thank you. I was only taught the basics back home. I have a broom, but never got to fly in such an open field such as this. I rather wish I brought it so I could really fly. Oh? The practice brooms are that different? Well, I noticed it had a pull to the left a bit, but any shonky broom has some problems. Mine wants to be a little shite sometimes when it rains. Listen to me go on, have you flown before? " Elsie caught her run off the mouth and tried very hard to not babble in nonsense. She also tried to avoid looking at his eyes; they seemed to pull her in. She was blushing slightly while she forced herself to not fidget like normal. She had no idea what to say or how to act.


Professor Titus Quagon was reading when there was a knock at his office door. If he remained really quiet, hopefully no one would notice he was in his living quarters. Especially since he was sitting on top of a stack of books, having made a couch of sorts with the book pile. He tried to remain still while he scanned the page and read the next page just as fast. He hated being interrupted while reading, though he seemed to forget he had responsibilities as the new Head of Ravenclaw. The previous Professor had retired, the former potions teacher. Now Professor Quagon was representing his former House, Ravenclaw. He adjusted his glasses while he heard the faint creak of the classroom door open. "Titus?" he heard and involuntarily sighed which gave away his location. The guest was Professor Normal, one of the few people Titus considered a friend. Though, only because she rarely bothered him. "What is it Abby?" He asked and glanced at the clock. There was still plenty of time before his class started. He had wanted to read a bit more then get something to eat before playing Wizards chess with the Alchemy Professor.

"A student of mine, a Ravenclaw, walked out of class even though I warned her if she left she would receive detention." Abby said with a sniff, as if she were annoyed by the thought of it once again. "A Ravenclaw you say?" Titus asked, glancing up from his book, his eyes over the rim of his glasses. He had soft kind eyes that complimented his dark skin. Wearing a casual suit and tie, he acted very like a muggle when he was not teaching. "Yes, she claims to hate flying. I don't know how anyone could hate flying. Always get one every year though..." Abby muttered then sighed as she added, "Her name is Kyra Hallow. Veronica's daughter." Curious. Titus thought as he closed his book, remembering the page he was on. "I see. Well, simply punishing her only hinder things. I will sort this. Would you be willing to train her after class? " He said while he stood, some books slid while he tried to get off. He did not seem to remember how he got up there in the first place. Abby sighed watching him, then pondered his question. "f she is willing to still come to class, of course. I want her to be able to learn." She said with a nod. Titus nodded as well and finally managed to get down. He took his teaching robe off the coatrack by the door of his room and straightened it. He paused a moment, forgetting his train of thought. He was still thinking of the book. "I will let you know the results of the punishment. Good day." He said with a nod and wandered off. He had no idea what the student looked like, probably it would be best to locate her mother first. It would be easier to find Professor Hallow in the Herbology greenhouses. Nodding to himself, he decided that was what he would do.

Elsie was mentally kicking herself after she realized she was blithering like a ninny. It was bad enough her day started the way it did, but this really was worse. So much worse. A million questions swam through her head as she wondered about his father while she repeated his name in her head a few times. The question of her parents dragged her back out of her head and she paused. He motioned they walk back to the school, like a giddy school girl she followed unable to hide her smile. She took her time thinking of the right words to say this time, and found herself saying instead, "Your father? That must have been a lot of fun! So you are probably years ahead of us all then..." She inwardly scolded herself before she introduced herself as Elsie Nicholais. She paused a bit longer before she said, "My parents are gone, I was taught by Professor Nicholais." A mental celebratory dance at remembering to call Markelm Professor, then she slipped her arms behind her back while she followed Joanoah. She caught herself watching him walk as he talked about Quidditch. She had very little knowledge about the sport, other than the times Markelm swore when his team lost him money. "Uhhh, I don't really have a favorite... I, um, never really watched a game before... From what I know, I want to watch, I mean I plan on watching the ones here at school... learn a bit more..." Once again she blurted and once again showed how little she knew about this world. Her voice trailed off as she forced herself to can it. Once again she wished she could hide or become invisible. Though that would probably make things worse. Is it too much to ask for someone to interrupt this mess? Elsie thought to the universe.



Titus entered the greenhouse, eying the various plants and noting the names he knew. He made a note to refresh his memory on Herbology before he gave a tentative smile in return to the Professor's greeting, ending with a nod. He was not known for a social nature, which sometimes left awkward silences. He was better at teaching, gushing about the stars and planets in the sky above. "Yes, well. It is about your daughter. Professor Normal gave her detention for walking out of flying class. I don't know the exact details, but Kyra claims to hate flying. Now, I was able to get Abby to agree with private lessons after class but she will want Kyra to come back to class." He paused for a bit, giving Professor Hallow time to speak then said, "I was hoping you would be willing to deal with this detention, due to the obvious cause of her leaving class. I don't see the point in harshly punishing someone for a fear. Though, she needs to not run out of class." He also did not want to try finding a student he had not met and tell her she has detention. He had hoped there would be no need for punishment during the first few weeks of school. Sadly, he was mistaken. Already his House lost points and now had a student in detention. He would have to have a talk with them in Astrology that night. Advise all his students to do extra credit and work hard in class to make up for the points they had lost. He knew who the troublemakers were; Elsie Nicholais and Kyra Hallow. As the head of Ravenclaw he got reports on all the class points, either removal or gain. Once he met the two girls, he would decide if he needed to give them a secondary scolding after class.


Gina smiled and nodded. Well that makes sense. She thought to herself. "Were there a lot of animals there? I heard about Diagon alley, that is where you got your owl right?" she asked somewhat curious. She had been given very basic second hand items, from students that no longer needed the items. Muggle born Wizards and Witches, she was told, sometimes got help. She remembered creeping over to the staircase as her parents talked to the stranger. They were against her going until they were told the supplies would be provided. She now wondered if she did not find baby Me, she would have gotten an owl. Thinking of the mouse, Gina was very glad she did not bring him to the owlery. He was only a few months old after all.

Gina too squinted to try and spot the people that had left the forbidden forest. It was hard to see if they were adult or student. If they were students, it was their obligation to notify a teacher. Rules were there for a reason after all. She glanced ahead at the stone circle and paused. Would they get there in time? "Well... I guess that can work." She said and Fawn ran ahead to hide behind a tree. Following not far behind, Gina found it rather silly to run from tree to tree like this, but eventually she was having fun. She grinned as they reached the stone circle and saw the people who had left the forest. From the looks of it, they were almost at the stone circle. Gina recognized the headmaster as she ducked behind the stones. Now she felt silly again. Spying on a teacher and the headmaster. If they were caught they would get in trouble, but it was too late to run off now. Sh realized as she heard them talking about Bugbears. Curious, she wondered what Bugbears were. She held her breath as they walked through the circle slowly. It looked like they were heading back to Hogwarts. Guilt swam through her mind as she realized they overheard very secret information. She waited until they seemed to be on their way back into the school before she crept over to Fawn. Before she spoke, she saw the teacher Professor Nicholais was on his way back. She hid behind Fawn while she waited for the Professor to be back on his way to the two huts. "Let's go back... I don't want to get in trouble..." she suggested.

Elsie was slightly jealous at how he treated flying as if it were nothing special. He must be a really good flyer then. She assumed while she watched him talk. He had a really nice face, she found herself thinking. At the mention of Quidditch, Elsie was trying to hide her embarrassment. She glanced away, missing the look from him. She also seemed to not notice his tone of voice as he practically insulted her. She was more focused on her incompetence as a Witch. Before she could answer Kyra arrived to save her from the horrible conversation.

When Kyra defended her, Elsie realized then he had asked if she were a mudblood. She never had heard that term before, but judging by Kyra's reaction it was a bad word. But that can't be right, why would he insult her if he was being so nice? There had to be some kind of mistake. While Elsie would not call Joanoah a good boy, she found him better than the boys she had known back in London. He smiled a lot and seemed to listen. Elsie was still thankful for Kyra's interruption. She felt so out of place in this world, it became glaringly obvious anytime people asked her questions about anything magical related. Despite what Markelm had said at lunch, Elsie felt like she did not belong. Being pulled away, Elsie was surprised by Kyra's anger and strength. Maybe she was still upset about the class. Had he made fun of her sometime before? Was that it? Elsie wondered as she skipped to keep up with her usually slow friend. "Ya don have to yank my arm off." Elsie said slightly annoyed. She was glad Kyra had called her friend earlier though. It made her smile and calmed some of her earlier worry. She glanced back at the handsome Joanoah while he spoke. She let the words sink in and frowned slightly. He made it seem like Kyra had a dark secret. She was unsure if she wanted to mention it to Kyra, or ask any questions. Not when Kyra was still obviously angry about something. Elsie waited until it seemed Kyra calmed down a little; no longer spouting off words that had at first slightly shocked her to hear Kyra say. "Um... thank you... for the save I mean." she said awkwardly before she added, "He's gone, you don't need to pull me anymore." She waited until she was released, then she smiled. "I'm glad you came back... you're not mad still... are you?" She asked awkwardly.

She let Kyra explain, "I'm s**t-scared of water. If we were told we had to learn to swim I would have done the same thing. No big deal. I'm not mad." She then snapped her fingers, getting a brilliant idea, one that might fix everything. "I want to help. I have my broom with Markelm. If you want, I can show you some of the tips he told me when I first learned. Best thing, no plonkers to distract you. And you can take as long as you want. Markelm has this huge field by his hut." She completely forgot to call Markelm, Professor Nicholais.

Titus mulled over how long it would take to get to the library. He had a few hours before he would meet the Alchemy Professor for chess. The Professor had too much time on their hands and lived outside of the school, they only taught a small group of sixth and seventh year students a few days a week. Titus was pulled back to the now, when Professor Hallow spoke, he nodded mutely while she spoke. He had suspected that was the case, and with this things should be fixed soon. He would hope that the Professor would help her daughter through this and Kyra would be back in class next week. "No problem. I will let Abby know. She had some other students to teach; three second year students that did not do too well last year. This will ease her worry." He then glanced at the plant the Professor had been dealing with. The Devil Snare plant was a fun plant to learn about. His home back in Australia was near a cave with the plant that became local legend of being haunted. Wizards were often sent to deal with it once it got out of control, for some reason the plant kept returning. No matter what was done.

He waved and walked off, leaving the greenhouse then stretched taking in the fresh air. It was the second time he had left the school since he had arrived. He knew the school quite well, so taking a shortcut he knew he walked slowly towards the library. There were a few students who took the long way; but Titus had found this path with his friends on their third year. He liked that he worked here. It was a nice place; and had a wonderful book selection. He got to work on his studies and true focus. Plus, teaching children to appreciate learning was another wonderful thing. He walked, lost in his thoughts as he walked to the library. He would stop by the Owlery sometime before dinner and report to Abby.



Gina did not want to say she had nothing; so she kept quiet on the knuts and sickles. She was actually thinking about asking on how she could earn some currency for this world. Not that she properly understood how it worked. Knuts into Sickles? Or was it the other way around. The farm was her parent's dream and life, though they were barely making ends meet. They had expected all three of their children to simple work at the farm, and all money would go back into the farm. Instead their oldest went to London to go to school, and their youngest was a Witch off at the magical school Hogwarts. "It sounds wonderful! I hope I can go there next year. I ... I was given my items." She said hesitating. She had been told by some that being Muggle-born was not something you talk about to others. But she hated lying. She just was not sure Fawn would understand, or if it was really something to hide.

During the long wait, Gina was trying to reassure herself she was not going to get caught or in trouble. She was not quite sure what she overheard, but usually when adults spoke alone it was private information. Not that she would ever repeat what she overheard, she still felt guilty. Once the Professor left, Gina was hoping Fawn would listen. She was antsy as she waited for an answer, and while she was a bit nervous about the investigating at another time remark, Gina was glad Fawn wanted to head back to the school. Gina had enough adventure for one day. Her stomach perked up at the prospect of food, so she nodded. "I think that is a good idea. Pretty sure if we head this way, we can get back to our room. Mom sent some cookies with me; I have some left..." she offered; having the feeling Fawn might get into mischief if left alone. Besides, Gina wanted to start working on her homework. Get it out of the way. (think they got any homework from charms?)

Walking towards the covered bridge; Gina wondered if there were quicker ways to get back to their House. She had a lot to get used to; she realized as she walked along the bridge. She looked out to see the view and stopped a moment, appreciating the splendor. The farm she grew up at, had very little trees where here; trees were everywhere. She found the misty fog sweeping through, added to the magic of this place. Was it because of the school, or was Scottland just that much different. There were hills near her farm, she always looked out seeing them from her bedroom window. But here, here they were all around and held many secrets. At this angle it was hard to see the lake she knew was there, but she saw it's mysterious waters. Gina continued walking to the courtyard near the hospital wing, glancing out once in a while to absorb she was really here. She glanced back at Fawn and asked, "Did you always know you were a Witch? I never in my life thought I would be at a school like this." Gina hid the fact she never thought she would be allowed in school, let alone a magical school.

The two chatted about Hogwarts in general, and being a Witch as they walked back through the many corridors before they found their way back to the staircases. The staircases led to everywhere in the castle, somehow. She was told this by their Prefect, which had to be truth. Somehow, if you took the right stairs you could find your to the Library. If Fawn wanted to explore the castle, Gina had no objections.

Elsie tried to not rub at her arm when she got it back, and she eyed Kyra. She listened and understood. She loved to fly, so she did not understand that. But her one fear was the open water, and she knew how terrifying it was to face a fear like that. It made her glad they did not need to learn to swim. The lake near the castle made her uneasy but the water was so cold, most people did not swim in it. Pleased that Kyra was not mad at her, Elsie was slightly curious what Kyra had to say about Joanoah but she left that alone. Hesitating, Elsie leaned back on the heels of her feet wondering if she should ask. Pausing, she decided she would learn another time, or on her own. She did not think Kyra was a liar, but maybe Joanoah was misunderstood. Elsie smiled and nodded at the apology. All was forgiven, and things were right again.

Elsie's suggestion did not go over as well as she had hoped, but she was now determined to help Kyra not be as scared. She would at least be able to call the broom to her by the time they had their next class. Or so Elsie thought. She was hoping Markelm kept the hut unlocked, but if not there were some windows she could pry open. She had assumed he would be busy with his duel job of Groundskeeper and teacher. Nodding, Elsie shrugged slightly while she said, "Well, it's my broom after all. I doubt he would care." She looked around and wondered how they would get to the groundskeeper hut from here. "The hut is in that direction, think we can reach the road from here? Or do we have to go the long way?" She pointed to the owlery. She had been shown it the night before, and they were on the other side of it. There had to be a path from this field to the owlery right? Liking things faster paced, Elsie was hoping it would not take a long time to reach their destination. Not wanting to stand around all day, she started walking towards the owlery. Best way to learn was firsthand, right? Besides, if they made it to the owlery, Elsie could write the letter she wanted to write and learn how to use an owl. She wondered if she could write to muggles this way. She was wondering how Mrs. White was doing, and if the cat was good company. She missed that little furball, but Pyx was a wonderful new friend. Maybe Markelm could mail the letter for her. Though, relying on him to do such a thing... Elsie paused then shrugged. No harm in trying. Elsie glanced back at her slow walking friend and realized this might be a long trip for Kyra. "Hope you don't mind a walk. I mean, I can do this on my own and we meet up later. If you really don't want to go." Elsie said, noticing Kyra looked very uncomfortable at the idea of flying again. Elsie though was hoping she would have some company but she was not sure Kyra would like such a long hike just to try flying.



Pyxis woke with a toothy yawn and saw something interesting on the bed. It was a metal cage; the little door was cracked open and the smell of food was coming from inside. Bouncing on the bed as she ran, Pyx curiously examined the cage then sniffed it a few times before she climbed up the ladder made by the open gate. Sniffling around, Pyx was curious and dug around; kicking out litter and food onto Elsie's bed.Pyx did not know a Prefect brought the cage upstairs, knowing Elsie was the only first year who had a ferret. Pyx did not not know Elsie was at flying class, and did not know that Brandy Bryan left a snotty letter for Elsie on the cage. Pyx only knew, this cage was fun! She bounced around and climbed the stairs to the upper floor and found something soft and fluffy. Pyx chirped and pulled it down the stairs, dragging more litter and knocked over the water as she dragged it out of the cage. Taking the pillow over to Elsie's pillow; Pyx then tunneled under it and curled up to fall asleep on the now messy bed.