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Shea
Shea was up
late in the common room, staring into the fire and thinking over her life,
as she so often tended to do when no one else was about. So much had
happened to her and yet, she seemed so normal for it all. It made so
little sense to her. Her mother was a
house wife, and her father was a muggle magician and master of the slight
of hand. This was by far no the typical Canadian household. They tried
hard to supply her with all a young girl needed to grow up right, but
something about her had never seemed quite
right. Shea discovered her magic at
seven, after an argument with her parents. She had wandered into the hall
and made a vase explode without touching it. Her parents had been so very
happy, regardless of the shock she was in over seeing something explode,
actually explode, before her very eyes.
Later that night, she had gotten a visitor which would remain with her for
quite possibly the rest of her life. T had come to her as she tried ever
so hard to fall asleep and forget about the horrible incident of the
vase. Why do you worry so, little one? she had asked from the back of Shea's mind. Shea
had heard it as though a person had actually been speaking to her, and had
begun to look around the room for the
person. "The vase in the hall blew up,"
She explained. "I think I did it, but Mommy and Daddy aren't mad at me. I
don't understand." Didn't they tell you yet? Oh, I see they didn't.
I'll explain it to you. My name is T. I'm in your head, so you can stop
looking around for me. You're a witch "But witches
are mean and evil," Shea protested. That's just a common
misconception, a mistake. They aren't mean and evil, they just are magic,
like you are. You have magical powers Shea, and you're special too. You
are one of the special magical people. That's why I'm here, to help you.
One day, the time will come and you will be needed along with the others
and you will get rid of the evil wizards. "But I don't
want to get rid of evil wizards," Shea said to the voice, but it had
settled into silence. A few years later
when she was bout to turn eleven, Chantress had sent a letter to her
telling her that she had been accepted there. Apparently, there was
another school around, but it was a bit too expensive for them to send her
to. Shea didn't care, over those few years, she had developed a deep
interest in everything magical and both her dad and T were there to help
her. Her mother, however, had taken a job somewhere to get a bit more
money. Shea soon found out that her mom
and dad had been keeping an important secret from her all these years. Her
mother was a witch, trained in a school back in Thailand before she came
to Canada. She had gone to the ministry of magic and got a job there for
wizard money, since it was such a hassle to change muggle money back and
forth. Chantress had been created by two
countesses and a Native man who became the first headmaster. Though he
became the headmaster, the countesses saw fit to make this school and all
it's students into 'proper' young men and women and society. Fortunately,
much had changed since back then. Shea
met her two new best friends within the first week of classes. Pascal and
Robbie were both from muggle families who seemed freaked out by the owl
delivering their acceptance letter. They were also both a couple of
gossips. T was no longer such a great
person to have around any longer. She helped with homework, and all, but
she tended to give her two cents at the most inopportune times, and Shea
would be speaking to an invisible person. She had been to that wing more
times than anyone else, to check for fever and insanity more often than
not. Now Shea had banned her from her classes and T had discovered the
fine art of snooping into others lives. That still didn't stop anyone
older than her to cause her at any oppertune moment for the rest of her
days there, no matter how old she got. Her life there was almost always a
nighmare. This school had one other
particularly interesting aspect to it, it did not allow girls to play
quidditch until fourth year. Instead, there was a Trick Flying class
offered which Shea readily accepted. She found herself remarkably good at
it and was soon doing tricks with the best of
them. During the second year, Pascal had
been tipped off about some strange things happening in the woods outside
of the school grounds. Robbie had insisted that they go to investigate it
all, and the two girls had stupidly
agreed. That night they had crept out of
the castle to find out what was in there. After about an hour of exploring
they began to head back, and found the source of the stories. Pascal
recognized it as a werewolf. As they ran for dear life, Robbie dove into a
side bush and broke his ankle. Surprised by his action, Shea had tripped
at the bank of the stream and fell in. The wolf continued to pursue Pascal
until it had cornered her against a rock in a clearing. She was too
exhausted to continue and petrified by the werewolf now pacing around
her. Shea had caught up, lurking in the
bush so as not to be seen. Robbie had managed to catch up as well, not
allowing a bit of pain to stop him, and was on the other side of the
clearing. He signaled that he had no wand, but pointed out a cage a bit
farther to her left. Shea understood almost
instantly. With the same spell she had
used so often in TF class, she called to the cage, placing it firmly on
top of the werewolf. Shea went to Pascal then to Robbie. Together, they
all went back to the school, making a pact never to tell a soul
about that night. During third year, the
last half of last semester, there was an odd girl who transferred to
Chantress from a school called Forestlawn. She was a nervous girl who was
always predicting terrible fates. Unfortunately, everyone learned to take
these seriously as they were always true. Her reason for transfer was
because of something that happened-or was going to happen, no one could
ever tell-at her old school. Something about Dark Wizards taking
over. That school year ended, leaving
Shea to ponder over whether to continue with Trick Flying class, or to
join quidditch in her fourth year. Luckily, her decision was made for her
as her Mom made an announcement a week after she got home. "I got
transferred to England," she told them as she came in the door. "Shea,
honey, you're going to Hogwarts next
year." Those words had forever changed
her life, though for the better or the worse, she had yet to say. There
were so many nice people here, but she had left so many friends back in
Canada. She stared into the flames a bit longer, allowing all her thoughts
to wander. You do realize it's getting rather early, don't you? T asked in her jokingly concerned way. You have
classes in the morning. "'Kay T," Shea
said. "I get the point. G'night." She wandered up to the dorms and to her
bed, leaving the mysteries and loopholes of her life to ponder another
time.
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