"Brilliant!" Everything here was so much...BIGGER than home! Jane stood by the lake, hands pressed into her current lack-of-hips, and stared at the water with huge green eyes. The way that the sun was flickering off of it during the break between classes, it was just...incredible. She couldn't even put it into words. I guess that's why ye were never a poet, aye? She shook her head and sighed as she stooped down beside the water's edge. Fishing would be absolutely glorious here, wouldn't it? Swimming too! But she'd heard things like that might be bad, what with the giant squid deep down inside probably waiting to devour all their souls and organs, so...perhaps not.
Not today, at least.
Funny how even though her da'd seen all of this before, she just wanted to wrap it all up and send it to him in a package so he could reexperience all of it again. After spending your entire life by someone's side, you just...never wanted to let them go, did you? 'Specially not yer da. She fell back with a quiet huff onto the grass and stared up at the sky instead, tracing the clouds moving merrily across it.
Coppernobs* like herself seemed to find it hard to find friends around here, she decided, probably because they weren't all tall and blonde and beautiful and all that jazz. Then again, friends were a lot less fun than, say, a rival or an enemy. Merlin, those were the best! In fact, instead of being on the doss* right now, shouldn't she be off looking for someone to sort of...compete against? Someone to push her to be better? 'S what she did all her other years in school, aye? Jane rubbed her chin with an audible hum as she considered this change of events.
...aye. She could experience nature generally being wicked awesome sometime later, but who knew when all the other rivals were gonna get swept up and claimed by all the others? Jane hopped to her feet and began looking around for a hint of green, something like that. Slytherins just naturally hated Gryffindors in all her da's stories, aye? Best target, to be sure!
Coppernob: A ginger.
On the doss: To be goofing off.
