Feeling the Cold (Water Room) on Magical Arts Room and Sports

Farrah Welsh

May 02, 2016 9:09 PM

Feeling the Cold (Water Room) by Farrah Welsh

Farrah left her dorm as quietly as possible so as to not bother her roommates. Arianna was still someone Farrah did not trust or like very much, but she was trying to be open about it. Perhaps first impressions weren’t something the other girl was all that great at. Farrah was equally unsure about her other roommates, who all seem to have an attitude that Farrah was not accustomed too. It had only been a couple of days though and everyone was still adjusting. Farrah also thought that her biased opinion of them was partially due to the fact that they reminded her of the mean girls back home, the ones that were prettier than she and therefore, held all the power. Just like at home, Farrah felt meek and awkward.

As she walked through the library, Farrah thought about Killian and how nice it would have been if they could have met up this morning and hung out together. But she had no idea how to get in touch with him, so she had to do this on her own. Maybe, when she saw him at class or at breakfast (oh God! Breakfast! Will she have to eat at a table by herself? Or take her tray to the bathroom like they do in movies?), anxiety seized her chest for a moment and she paused in her walk to force herself to calm down. She would figure it out later.

Farrah had been wanting to go the the MAS room ever since the tour and they were told about the Water Room. This room would be perfect for her to practice her ice skating so long as she could manage to figure out how exactly she was supposed to get it to change for her. It was only just barely six in the morning, so very few students would be awake at this time. She was used to getting up early for practice or because her parents had to work so she and Corra had to be shuffled off to their grandparents’ house or Uncle Les’s (he lived the closest with Uncle Ned). Farrah was hoping that the earlier she got to the room, the less likely someone would be using it.

The brunette with naturally red highlights followed the path that she took on the tour and found herself in the MARS room looking at five identical doors. Opening the first one, she located the Water Room. Much to her surprise, it had already adjusted itself to mimic the pond back home. The frigid air made her shiver, making her glad that she had brought along a sweater. Taking a seat on the dock, Farrah carefully took her skates out of her bag and switched her sneakers out for them. Pulling her oversized sweater on that fell to her mid thigh, making her more comfortable in her leggings and removing her blade protectors, Farrah stood up carefully on the ice to make sure it could hold her. Not immediately finding any weak spots, she pushed off and began the familiar lap around the pond, gaining speed as she went.

Farrah had been ice skating for most of her childhood. It was sort of a required hobby to have in Vermont, along with enjoying maple syrup and eating Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Farrah had been taking lessons for a long while, so she could do a lot of tricks, but she hadn’t learned jumping just yet. Her parents promised her that she could still take lessons in the summer, thanks, in large part, to the local college that had its own arena. But she didn’t want to get rusty and was grateful that the school had such a room as this. It obviously wasn’t home (something she was beginning to miss more and more), but it would definitely work for practice.

She closed her eyes in enjoyment, feeling the air against her skin. The cold air was making her nose numb and her cheeks bright pink, but these were normal occurrences for her due to her fair skin. Blushing, being overheated or cold, or simply rubbing her face wrong could make her unbelievably red. Her body moved with familiarity, simply satisfied with being on the ice again. Eventually though, Farrah removed her focus away from from speed and began practicing other moves, starting with the more basic like the arabesque which she then took into a camel spin. She did those and other basic positions and spins before feeling comfortable enough to advance on, allowing her body stretch itself out. Of course, she was less successful with these moves, falling a couple of times when she tried the cantilever and nearly lost her balance when she attempted the charlotte spiral. She was still getting used to the more complex spins and body positions, her core wasn’t strong yet, so it would take time. Even so, she felt rather proud of herself considering she hadn’t skated in a couple of months.

Farrah took a break to relax and catch her breath. She looked at her watch and realized that she had been at it for almost an hour. Deciding this was enough as she needed to change and get some breakfast, Farrah nearly fell over when she went to head back to the dock and found someone standing there. Grateful that her face was numb and red of from the cold already so that her blush was nicely hidden, Farrah hesitantly skated over to them. “Um, hello.” She greeted nervously. “I hope you weren’t waiting long. I’ll get out of your way.”

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Georgia Kirkly

May 03, 2016 9:07 AM

Feeling the heat by Georgia Kirkly

Georgia wasn’t sure why she was awake so early. Maybe she was just kind of in a funk… It still felt weird to be here. Other people seemed to have slid effortlessly into their comfort zones but she had yet to find hers. No one had been outright mean to her but she didn’t feel like she’d really clicked with anyone either. She didn’t think she had friends yet, and with being so far away from home, that was a very lonely feeling. Rather than try to get back to sleep, she decided to get up. She was conscious of Juniper in the room, and it was hard to fall back asleep knowing there was someone there who still felt rather like a stranger.

She headed down to the Cascade Hall but it was super quiet as it wasn’t really breakfast time yet. She lingered for a moment, hand resting on the table and a little tray of pastries appeared. She was sure she’d read something about being able to get a snack any time but she’d forgotten it until now. The Hall was kind of spooky so early in the morning, and with no one else around, so she wrapped a selection of pastries in a couple of napkins and put them in her pockets, deciding to go for a walk.

As she trod the silent corridors, she found herself jumping at shadows, half expecting a teacher to pop out and tell her off. There was a curfew for being in their dorm rooms at night but she didn’t think there was a time they weren’t allowed out before. At least, one hadn’t been mentioned, but one must exist…. You couldn’t go out at midnight and claim you were just up super early. Maybe breakfast time was the end of curfew and she would be in trouble. Still, she worried about waking Juniper up if she went back to the dorm, and really there was every bit as high a chance of running into a teacher on the way there as there was round here…

They had seen a lot of the gardens on their walk, so Georgia was more content to wander the school (and it seemed safer - for all she was scared of running into a teacher, she thought there might be much worse things outside, and it didn’t seem likely that anyone was around at this time to rescue her). The MARS rooms had sounded interesting. Not that Georgia was really sporty or arty - she wasn’t sure there was much she was good at, although she quite liked dancing (just by herself usually, in her room). She was curious about what Mr. Xavier had said about the rooms changing, and thought it might be fun to peek in and then shut the door and open it to find something different. She wasn’t sure she’d quite believe it until she’d seen it. However, when she opened the first door, she found the room already occupied. The girl moving around the ice was thin and graceful, and Georgia felt like an awkward lump just looking at her. But it was sort of soothing, and the room was pretty, so she ventured in. Just as she did so, the other girl came skating over, and started to apologise and take off her skates.

“Oh no, no don’t worry,” Georgia assured her, “I wasn’t really wanting to use the room. I just… Well, when Mr. Xavier described what they do, it sounded kind of interesting, so I just came to have a look. And then I saw you skating and it was really cool, so I…” she trailed off, not wanting to say she’d come in to watch because that sounded sort of creepy given that she didn’t really know the other girl, and admitting that you found a girl cool or interesting if she wasn’t your friend already was enough to get you called a lesbian back in middle school, so she was probably already in trouble without saying something as weird as she’d been watching her. “You’re really good,” she offered, trying to deflect from the unfinished sentence.

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Farrah

May 05, 2016 7:43 PM

Don't worry, I can't tell. by Farrah

The other girl looked familiar but Farrah wasn’t sure why. She didn’t think the girl shared a house with her, so she likely had seen her in classes as Farrah didn’t think the girl was much older than her, if at all. But when the other girl mentioned the tour and wanting to check out the rooms, Farrah realized that she recognized her from the time spent on the first day with the group of first years. She was still trying to get used to everything, so names and faces of her classmates was not yet something she had solidified after only a couple of days.

The compliment made her blush harder, which made her even more grateful that her face was already red from the cold in the room. She hated being red, it embarrassed her which, in turn, just made her even more red. It was a terrible cycle. She blamed her dad’s ginger life. Farrah only obtained the red highlights and fair skin from her dad, while her sister was a complete redhead with some freckles. She was almost always just red. Poor thing.

Instead of thinking about her red face, Farrah focused on the compliment. Aside from her parents and her skating coach, no one had ever really complimented her on her skating. This was mostly because everyone skated in her town and either you were really good or you were still learning. “Thank you.” Farrah replied, grinning at the other girl, genuinely pleased and appreciative of the compliment. “I was interested in the Water Room because of the tour too” Farrah admitted to the other girl. “I was so worried about coming to a school in the desert that I wouldn’t have any way of practicing. But this was such a nice surprise.” She said, looking around at the pond. “I guess if I ever get homesick, I can just come here. This isn’t my mom or anything, but it’s close enough to make do.” Farrah was really missing her mom. She tried not to think about it, but she felt lonely and she didn’t know how to deal with the roommate situation. She was trying to be open minded but it was hard. They just reminded her of the girls back home that made snarky comments to her all the time and made her feel bad about herself.

“Did you want to change the room to anything now?” Farrah asked. “I mean, I know you said you weren’t here to do anything, but I’ve practiced long enough and I’m hungry, so I all done with it.” She didn’t want to make the girl feel like she was rushing Farrah out or anything, she had used up a lot of time and there was bound to be people who wanted the room too. She put the blade protector back on and began the process of removing her skates. “I’m Farrah, by the way.” She added, realizing that she couldn’t think of the other girl as ‘other girl’. “I think I recognize you from the Orientation. Are you, uh, excited about classes and stuff?” Farrah asked, making conversation was not her best trait, but this girl didn’t seem angry at her or anything, so Farrah was taking that as a positive.

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Georgia

May 07, 2016 11:11 PM

Ok, that's good then by Georgia

“And I’m sure it’ll get better,” Georgia reassured the other girl, as she talked about how the room could remind her of home. Ok, she hadn’t exactly said she was homesick yet but it seemed kind of likely. “I mean, it’s natural to feel a bit unsure at first.” She definitely felt unsure. She wasn’t sure whether or not she felt homesick as such, which then made her feel guilty because she felt like she definitely should. But lately at home, she’d felt like she was constantly holding her breath as she lay in bed at night, waiting to see if the yelling would start from downstairs. It had been kind of refreshing these last few nights… Even though she felt a bit weird about sharing with Juniper, she had realised how tense she had been at home now that she had left and could let go of that big, held-in breath. But if she hadn’t had to leave, then none of the fights would have happened. She’d only heard snatches, but she was fairly sure of that.

“Oh, the Cascade Hall wasn’t serving when I was there earlier, though I guess it is now,” she added, glancing at her watch, “But they have this thing where you can get snacks any time, so I picked up these,” she explained, pulling the pastries out of her pockets. She’d taken three because they looked sort of small, although now in front of another person they seemed bigger, and she was worried that the other girl would think she was a fat pig. “We could share, if you want,” if the other girl wanted to stay… Maybe she wouldn’t.

“Maybe….” she pondered, when she was asked if she wanted it to change into anything else, “I mean, I think this is really pretty,” she added, not wanting to insult the other girl’s choice of room, “But I kind of want it to change just to see it do that.” She wondered how to do that… Mr Xavier hadn’t said anything about how to make the room change. He had just sort of implied that it did. Or that you opened the door and found yourself somewhere. Did they have to go out and back in. “It’d be cool if it could be a beach,” she mused. Ohio was not exactly famous for beaches, being a landlocked state, but the few times Georgia had been to one, she had thought it was just the most magical place. Her jaw dropped as, on saying the words, the room shimmered and shifted, and suddenly they were sitting on the sand.

“Whoa, um… sorry. I meant, like… a beach would be cool, if you don’t mind. I didn’t know that it would do that,” she apologised, hoping the other girl was ok with the change.

“I’m Georgia,” she said, when they moved onto introductions. She tried not to wince at the other girl’s question, but her smile was more of a half hearted attempt… Her mother had always told her not to lie but also not to say anything if you didn’t have anything nice to say. This often put her in an awkward position because people always expected you to say something even if both of these rules ruled out all your opinions on a subject. Truthfully, she wasn’t really excited about anything remotely academic but she didn’t want the other girl to think she was thick (even though she suspected, from some of her test scores, that she might be. Or at least, if not thick, then definitely very average). She also didn’t want to be thought of as a swot, so faking enthusiasm she didn’t feel was probably a bad plan too for that reason, as well as being a lie. “Some of them sound interesting,” she ventured tentatively, “Like, the animal one,” in truth, she wasn’t totally sure she understood what all her other subjects would contain, even though someone had technically ticked off the box of having explained to her. Care of Magical Creatures sounded nice because she liked animals and also the name was pretty clear. She was most scared about Transfiguration because she still wasn’t quite sure what it meant and a lot of people had said it was the most difficult. “And I guess I never have to take math class again, which is a definite plus,” she added. Everyone hated math, she was pretty sure, except really nerdy people, so hating math was pretty safe, socially-speaking, as well as definitely true. “How about you?” she asked.

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Farrah

May 15, 2016 5:49 PM

I think so by Farrah

Farrah appreciated the comment. She really did hope that it would get better. She hadn’t really given the school that much of her time and anything could happen. She promised her dad that she would keep an open mind and she promised her mom that she wouldn’t live inside her head too much and try to make friends. It was just so hard to do. Her hometown was small and she had grown up with the same kids for the last eleven years. Now she was in a new state, new town, new school, with a whole bunch of new people. Farrah had thought it would be a great adventure, but now she wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Oh, really?” Farrah asked, impressed with the news. She could go get a snack whenever she wanted? How would it know what she wanted? Or would it just have to be whatever the elves decided to make? (Farrah had asked her dad all sorts of questions about the prairie elves before she left, they were just so neat!). “Thanks.” Farrah said, taking part of the pastry that was being offered. It might have seem strange to people that the other girl was carrying around food in her pocket, but Farrah went to a school where girls took food from the cafeteria all the time.

Farrah pulled her skate off and carefully put it in her gym bag. She was hoping to get back to the dorm room to change and put her skates away, but she also wanted to see the room change and she felt like it would be rude to leave the other girl alone after she was nice enough to offer her some of her pastry. The good thing about the school robe, which was currently in her book bag tucked into her gym bag, was the fact that it would cover her outfit and she wouldn’t feel weird wearing leggings and a long sweater.

“Wow!” Farrah exclaimed when the room suddenly changed. She nearly jumped out of her seat when the snow disappeared and was replaced by sand. “Good thing you didn’t think about it until after I was off the ice.” Farrah joked, grateful that she was not suddenly soaking wet with ruined skates sinking to the bottom of a fake ocean in a magical room. She put her other skate back into her bag and placed her sneakers next to the bag. It was weird to wear sneakers in sand, so she decided to put them on when they were heading out.

“Oh, my dad told me about that class.” Farrah commenting, perking up. “He said that it was the first thing that really interested him in animals to begin with.” Her dad had gone over her the classes, Quidditch, and the school itself with her, but it was a lot of information and she had been so overwhelmed with all the new information that it all sort of became jumbled up. “He’s a Veterinarian.” Farrah clarified. “I guess Charms is what I’m looking forward to. You get to learn all sort of spells in that class.” She hadn’t thought about the fact that they wouldn’t ever have to take normal classes ever again and that made her feel surprisingly anxious. What if she decided to follow her dad and live in the Muggle world but she never learned algebra so she would never get a real job and then what would she do? She would be laughed at by everyone in her town! “So, are you from a non-magical family?” She asked. She didn’t know if that was something proper to ask or not, but sometimes it was easier to know a friend or foe if one was direct about it.

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Georgia

May 21, 2016 12:44 AM

I wish it would keep going well by Georgia

“Gosh, you’re right… But maybe it wouldn’t have let me if you were. I mean, they wouldn’t let us make the room dangerous… would they?” she asked. Her mom had definitely suggested that wizards had a different approach to health and safety, and seemed to regard minor explosions or being chased by fanged animals as facts of life, or character building. But what if you were swimming and the thought of sharks or a whirlpool just popped into your head? Sometimes ideas just did that. Surely they would make the rooms so that you couldn’t do that by mistake. Or worse still, on purpose. She’d been able to change Farrah’s room (unbeknownst to her because Farrah had allowed her to - as far as Georgia was concerned, the room seemed to just change to what anyone said). If you came in and found someone you didn’t like, you could drown them or have them eaten. Suddenly the MARS room didn’t seem so fun.

“That’s neat,” she smiled, as Farrah said her dad was a vet. She took a bite of pastry but as Farrah asked her next question, she felt it stick in her throat. No one had out and out asked her that yet. It had sort of been obvious with Jozua, and then he’d still been perfectly nice but maybe if Farrah was directly asking then it mattered a lot to her. And that was a shame because she’d seemed so nice. Georgia had expected the Purebloods her mom had talked about to be a lot more stuck up, a bit like the girl she’d met in the gardens. Not that Madeleine had been unfriendly she just… had a vibe about her.

“Um… yes,” Georgia offered, half apologetic, not really meeting Farrah’s eyes as she said it. “I mean, um… sort of. I’m um….. halfblood?” she explained, still feeling a bit unsure about all the words. Well, not so much the words as it wasn’t like they were hard to remember but it still felt weird to talk about herself this way, with all these labels that someone else had come up with. Plus she thought most halfbloods grew up knowing about magic, so if she said that then people would assume that she knew stuff, and then she’d look stupid or have to explain about her mom. “But your family’s magical?” she added.

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Farrah

May 24, 2016 7:19 PM

Why wouldn't it? by Farrah

Farrah had never thought about the safety aspect of any of this. She had merely assumed that she could be safe here because it was a school and they were supposed to keep her safe. But the room had changed rather suddenly, so was it possible that she could have been dropped into the water? "Yeah, I'm sure it wouldn't have changed if I was still using it." Farrah agreed. She didn’t want to delve too deeply into how safe this school would be for her. Her mother was already on edge about it and if Farrah asked about it, it might end up being the thing that pushed her mom over the edge and demanded that she be allowed home. “Or, since this isn’t like a real beach, maybe people can’t actually be hurt by anything in it?” Farrah suggested. Her dad had mentioned a room that was like that here. It was all a hallucination or something. Stuff could happen to them in the room, but he said as soon as they were out, they were back to how they were. She wished she could remember the name of the room. Something to do with a chamber, but that didn’t sound all that appealing.

Maybe safety was something that she needed to start thinking about. Back home, the bullying had all been verbal, but she had known about physical altercations happening on some of the girls. Here, there was the added fear of wands and spells being used against a person. Her dad said that he didn’t recall any bullying (her parents were active with her last school in regards to the bullying, which was half the reason why the ‘Mean Girls’ had stopped harassing her so much), and that had eased her fears a little bit, but now she was second guessing her father’s reassurances. Farrah really wanted a safe place to be where people accepted her. Now she was worried about safety.

Farrah was enjoying the pastry while Georgia worked out how to answer the question. Was it a rude question to ask? In the same way that asking a woman her age was rude (for whatever reason, Farrah didn’t understand)? Farrah hoped that she hadn’t come off as being rude to Georgia as she really had only been curious about it. Back home, most people had the same background, but everyone was different here. Thankfully, Georgia did finally answer her, but her answer seemed more of a question, which only intrigued Farrah more.

“Oh.” Farrah responded as though that information wasn’t a big deal. “Yes, I guess we are.” She answered Georgia. “It’s a bit of a complicated thing.” She added. “But I guess technically speaking; I am a Half-Blood or something. My dad’s Magical, but we don’t really live in the Magical part of the world or anything.” She explained. Farrah didn’t really want people to assume that just because she was half Magical that she had any idea about Magic. Of course, she didn’t think it was a good idea to make it seem like she knew nothing at all too.

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Georgia

May 25, 2016 2:01 AM

I was warned it might not by Georgia

“Maybe,” Georgia tried to agree, “I mean… I’m sure it’s one of those, and that it’s not dangerous really,” she added, although she sounded far from convinced. Her mom’s school hadn’t been able - or perhaps hadn’t wanted to - stop simple things like bullying from going on, and although she couldn’t call any specific examples to mind, she’d definitely got the impression from her mom that wizarding school was, on the whole, just a bit more dangerous. Maybe when she’d been explaining Quidditch? She’d definitely talked about wizards not seeming to care if they got hurt because they could just put themselves back together again. Whilst the latter part was sort of reassuring, Georgia wasn’t sure she wanted to take stupid risks on a regular basis, because there was still the part where hurting yourself… well, hurt. Even if someone could heal you up quickly, it still wasn’t nice being injured.

“Really?” Georgia’s eyes widened as Farrah explained her family situation. “Us too. I mean, my mum’s magical but she doesn’t really use it much. I didn’t even know about it until last year when we had to start thinking about school. Do you think there’s a lot of people like them? I mean, witches and wizards who go back to the Muggle world?” she asked, her mind trying not to dwell on what that said about how the wizarding world was going to treat them if that was the case. “I mean, I’d kind of assumed my mum was weird,” ‘an anomaly’ might have been a better way of describing it, but Georgia didn’t know that word, so ‘weird’ had to suffice.

“What does your mom think about it?” she asked. “And did you always know?”

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Farrah

May 29, 2016 2:38 PM

I guess it's better to be prepared... by Farrah

Georgia’s uncertainty about the safety of the school only made Farrah’s anxiety over it bloom. Her parents had argued over whether or not she would be safe coming here. Her mother already hated the school that she had been going to, but it was a small upscale town and Farrah’s only other option for school was in the city where her mother worked at the hospital. Her parents’ schedules didn’t really allow for them to drive her to and from school, so the local private school was their only real option.

This school was supposed to be her escape and it took her dad and Farrah pleading with her mother to get her to agree to let her go. Her mother, although now onboard with Magic, had a very difficult time understanding all of it, especially since she apparently couldn’t really visit Farrah at school. Her dad said it was something to do with spells that prevented non-magical people from wandering in. Farrah had been upset to learn that she wouldn’t be able to contact her mother directly while she was at Sonora, but her dad had told her that their ‘owl’ mail was quite fast depending on the bird chosen (Farrah still didn’t quite understand what that meant, but now she had no choice but to figure it out). Her dad convinced her mom solely by explaining that Farrah’s magic would only grow stronger and if she didn’t have the proper training, there’s no telling what could happen.

That was a little terrifying to here. Was Farrah dangerous to others? To her family? She really hoped not and if traveling across the country would help her, than Farrah was all for it. Except for now when she was worried that the school was out to kill her.

Farrah was surprised to hear that Georgia’s family was similar to her own. Farrah thought she was an oddball to have a Wizard for a father and never know it for the majority of her life. “I don’t think so. My dad said that it wasn’t very common because, you know, it’s magic. And my Aunt, his twin, is also Magical and she still lives in the Magical world.” Farrah commented. It was still so crazy to Farrah that the reason why she wasn’t allowed to visit her aunt hadn’t been because of her work schedule but rather, because she lived in the magical part of New York City.

She shook her head at the question. “We only found out about it when my dad walked in on my accidental magic.” Farrah explained. “I thought I was like the real life Matilda or something, but then my dad explained things. My mom was… upset.” She tried to find the right word to describe her mother’s feeling, but she didn’t know anything that would be the best fit, so upset was what came out. “Maybe confused too. I was confused by it. But that was a couple of years ago, so she’s had some time to adjust. She’s still not quite happy that I’m here, but it was the best option for me.” Farrah shrugged. “What do you think about all of it?” She asked, curious to know how others handled the news.

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Georgia

June 01, 2016 12:53 AM

I prefer hakuna matata by Georgia

Georgia nodded as Farrah explained that her aunt still lived in the magical world, and the appeal of it being magic. For all that she was scared and confused by school, she knew what Farrah meant. There had been a moment of total amazement and elation when her mom had told her that magic was real. It had got obscured since, clouded by all the complications, the anger, the confusion. But it hadn’t died. There was still a little place deep down inside of her waiting to be wowed. The Cascade Hall had done it. The MARS room changing right before her eyes… She was still scared and confused by a lot of things but there was a part of her that either loved the magical world or, at the very least, wanted to.

Farrah, and her mother, seemed to have had slightly longer to adjust to the whole thing. She wondered whether her mother would have reacted differently if she’d actually seen Georgia’s magic with her own eyes. Whenever she’d tried to tell her about it, she’d said things like ‘coincidences happen’ and just done her best to brush it off. Surely though, she must have known what it really was… Would she have kept up the pretence if it had happened right in front of her eyes? Was it because Farrah’s dad had seen it that he’d come clean or was he just nicer, or better at dealing with the whole thing?

“I don’t know…” she replied to Farrah’s question. “Like you said…. It’s magic. I mean… that’s amazing. But… it’s a lot to take in, and my mum said all this stuff about people not liking people like us, and my dad really doesn’t seem happy about it at all. We only found out about a year ago, when we had to start thinking about schools and stuff - and he wanted me to do all these tests and apply to go to his old school, and,” she cut herself off. The rest of the story was obvious. Her mum had come clean, and said she wouldn’t be going there, because she had to go somewhere else. “So, maybe it’ll get better, like it did with your mum? Are they…. Ok now? With each other?”

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Farrah

June 07, 2016 6:39 PM

Well, it is a 'problem free, philosophy' by Farrah

Farrah couldn’t help but smile a little when Georgia reiterated her feelings regarding Magic. IT was so hard to find the right word for expressing how utterly amazing all of this was without reusing the word ‘amazing’. How does one describe how unbelievably awesome magic was and that she could do it now? Like really do it? It was real and she had a wand and she was soon going to be doing all sorts of spells and her life would be changed forever! Sometimes, all of this still felt like a dream to Farrah. One day she’ll wake up and discover that all of this wasn’t real. Farrah would have been devastated.

She frowned a bit when Georgia said the only reason why she had found out about I was because they were talking about schools. Didn’t she have any ‘accidental’ magic or whatever it was that her dad had said was happening to Farrah? Her did said it was rather common. Of course, maybe it just never happened with her mother around. Farrah’s dad had only found out about it because he walked in on it. Farrah never would have mentioned it to him directly for fear her dad would have thought her crazy.

“Yeah, they are doing alright now.” Farrah replied. It had been a tense few weeks after it had all came out and her mother had made her Dad sleep in the guest room for a bit of time. But her parents loved one another and it hadn’t been long before her dad had her mom laughing again and her mom asking questions about magic and all of that. It only got a little weird again when Farrah got her letter and her mom realized that Farrah would have to leave home for the next seven years of her life so that she could learn her skills. With everything that had happened to Farrah at her ‘normal’ school, it was only natural for a mother to worry. Her dad convinced her that this was best though since they couldn’t very well have Farrah walking around shooting out accidental magic for the rest of her life.

“It took my mom some time and my dad a time out on the couch, but they worked through it.” Farrah explained. “I mean, it was really hard to say good bye to her and everything and I know she needs as much time to adjust with me here as I do, but she has Corra to keep her busy. And I’m sure your parents will be alright too. After all, Magic is a part of you, your dad can’t stay mad at that forever, right?” Farrah was especially glad that her parents made up. Farrah was close to both of her parents, but her mom especially. If her parents didn’t get along anymore, what would she do?

“What did you mean when you said that there are people who won’t like people like us?” Farrah asked. “My dad said that there are different types of Magical blood and that we don’t always mix well, but he didn’t really get into it very much. Will we have problems?” Farrah’s brows knotted in worry. She was already on the fence and she was hesitant about her roommates. She didn’t want there to really be another thing to be on the look out for.

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