- Messages
- 199
- OOC First Name
- Maia
- Wand
- Straight 11 Inch Unyielding Yew Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
- Age
- 7/2030
Louisa had been swimming. She'd taken to swimming each morning this year, it was a habit of her Mother's to go out at eight on weekdays and at the weekend, ten. She'd gotten to the lake at ten this morning, and liked to think she was swimming at the same time as Ella Martin-Clark back in Hamilton. The presence of the lake was the one of the few things she truly liked about Hogwarts. The only other bright spot at the moment was potions. She liked the quirky professor, and since wandwork wasn't common, she rarely had to touch the piece of wood she kept in a drawstring purse around her neck, the yew wand she couldn't bear to touch. The memories were less painful now than they had been when she'd come to this castle, but the wand was still a painful reminder.
After her swim, she'd come here to read. Her hair was still damp, but the sun was out so it was drying gradually. Today, she wore muggle clothing, liking their familiarity. She had no problem with the robes, though they were somewhat impractical, but her t-shirt and shorts felt more natural. Her rucksack with her swimming gear lay under her head as she held her potions book above her to read. She didn't really like any of her other classes particularly. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was very friendly. She'd named him Smiley, and dreaded his classes. The girl, who was still a child in many ways, had an adult distrust of the unfamiliar, and looked forward to Professor Styx's return. Hogwarts, too, had become familiar, but it still wasn't home. She wasn't quite sure where home was now. The little house by the Waikato river was the place she'd grown up, but it The daughter of the house being away at school meant less money was spent on food and such, but school supplies weren't exactly inexpensive, and it was a worry for Louisa too. Matthew Clark had left some money behind, but not much, and three years later, his family were making ends meet on a teachers salary, and money Louisa made in the holidays bringing tourists out onto the lake. She planned to take over her father's boat repair work when she was older, perhaps sell boats imbued with magic when she reached seventeen. As it was; for now, the plan was to make it through the next five years, with passable grades and as little friction as possible.
After her swim, she'd come here to read. Her hair was still damp, but the sun was out so it was drying gradually. Today, she wore muggle clothing, liking their familiarity. She had no problem with the robes, though they were somewhat impractical, but her t-shirt and shorts felt more natural. Her rucksack with her swimming gear lay under her head as she held her potions book above her to read. She didn't really like any of her other classes particularly. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was very friendly. She'd named him Smiley, and dreaded his classes. The girl, who was still a child in many ways, had an adult distrust of the unfamiliar, and looked forward to Professor Styx's return. Hogwarts, too, had become familiar, but it still wasn't home. She wasn't quite sure where home was now. The little house by the Waikato river was the place she'd grown up, but it The daughter of the house being away at school meant less money was spent on food and such, but school supplies weren't exactly inexpensive, and it was a worry for Louisa too. Matthew Clark had left some money behind, but not much, and three years later, his family were making ends meet on a teachers salary, and money Louisa made in the holidays bringing tourists out onto the lake. She planned to take over her father's boat repair work when she was older, perhaps sell boats imbued with magic when she reached seventeen. As it was; for now, the plan was to make it through the next five years, with passable grades and as little friction as possible.