- Messages
- 160
- OOC First Name
- Kathy
- Wand
- Curved 13 1/2 Inch Sturdy Cedar Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 10/2032
Now that she felt she'd thoroughly explored the inner layout of the castle, Frankie had turned her attention to walking around the grounds. The main points of interest could all be seen off in the distance - the forest, the lake, the Quidditch pitch - she was very interested in that one. However there was one clear place to visit first. California had beaches, and she loved them, but hearing that there were cliffs on the school grounds had been too much for her to ignore. She'd already sent one letter to her mother, but that one had sort of been an unplanned necessity rather than a proper description of how her life here at Hogwarts was shaping up. So far Frankie had been treating it as an adventure, a new experience that would enrich her life and teach her new things, and the whole point of that was sharing it with her mother. Well, it was to her, anyway.
Now that she was standing up on the cliffs, looking out at the view, Frankie kept trying to think of words to describe the feeling beyond 'awesome' - but they weren't coming to her. That was one of the drawbacks of being so far away from home, she realised. Usually she could save up all the feelings and emotions of her day to tell to her mother over dinner, but with weeks until she would see the woman again, Frankie knew that wasn't going to be in any way possible. Letters were all she had right now, and those were just so... flat and empty. Well, hers were, at any rate. It didn't seem fair to her mother to waste this view with her inadequate words. Frankie ruminated on this for a few moments more, brow growing increasingly more furrowed as she managed to add only one word to her description - 'cool.' Thankfully, she sensed someone move into the space behind her and whirled on them immediately, not even bothering to introduce herself as she fixed the person behind her with an expectant gaze. "How would you describe the feeling of being up here on top of the cliffs? Ten words or less; go."
Now that she was standing up on the cliffs, looking out at the view, Frankie kept trying to think of words to describe the feeling beyond 'awesome' - but they weren't coming to her. That was one of the drawbacks of being so far away from home, she realised. Usually she could save up all the feelings and emotions of her day to tell to her mother over dinner, but with weeks until she would see the woman again, Frankie knew that wasn't going to be in any way possible. Letters were all she had right now, and those were just so... flat and empty. Well, hers were, at any rate. It didn't seem fair to her mother to waste this view with her inadequate words. Frankie ruminated on this for a few moments more, brow growing increasingly more furrowed as she managed to add only one word to her description - 'cool.' Thankfully, she sensed someone move into the space behind her and whirled on them immediately, not even bothering to introduce herself as she fixed the person behind her with an expectant gaze. "How would you describe the feeling of being up here on top of the cliffs? Ten words or less; go."