Myuna Kickett
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it had been a few weeks since Myuna had transferred to the school it had been an interesting few weeks. her mum would be happy she had got into the quidditch team, her grandma would be happy she was getting on with her dorm mates and her she wasn't quite sure what her dad would be happy about but she was sure there would be something, maybe that she was enjoying her self she could when she was stuck in the school.
this morning she was actually in a rather sentimental mood, at least for her. she had received her first letter from home, apparently her youngest brother Maka had shown his first signs of magic when he made a bowl of lollies move from the top shelf in the pantry to where he was sitting watching the TV. and her oldest brother had been caught wagging again. his sisters true brother. her mum was the same as always, and so was her dad, also getting a promotion at work. there was another letter inside from Lowan, complaining about their grandma who was moving her controlling influence from her to him. she had to laugh at that.
she was at the cliffs trying to write a reply and fit things into the letter. she had got about a paragraph in telling he mum what she knew she wanted to hear about the school. the food was good, the people were nice and the classes were interesting (a lie, after first week she hardly attend the lessons, other than those with strict teachers, she just attend enough to keep passing). as she wrote she hummed one of the traditional songs. a walking song that she had leaned when she was hardly walking herself. her nan used to sing it to her, although it described mountains, and the landscape and the history in a language Una only half knew it had always been sort of comforting to her.
this morning she was actually in a rather sentimental mood, at least for her. she had received her first letter from home, apparently her youngest brother Maka had shown his first signs of magic when he made a bowl of lollies move from the top shelf in the pantry to where he was sitting watching the TV. and her oldest brother had been caught wagging again. his sisters true brother. her mum was the same as always, and so was her dad, also getting a promotion at work. there was another letter inside from Lowan, complaining about their grandma who was moving her controlling influence from her to him. she had to laugh at that.
she was at the cliffs trying to write a reply and fit things into the letter. she had got about a paragraph in telling he mum what she knew she wanted to hear about the school. the food was good, the people were nice and the classes were interesting (a lie, after first week she hardly attend the lessons, other than those with strict teachers, she just attend enough to keep passing). as she wrote she hummed one of the traditional songs. a walking song that she had leaned when she was hardly walking herself. her nan used to sing it to her, although it described mountains, and the landscape and the history in a language Una only half knew it had always been sort of comforting to her.