southern belle; lost; finding magic
*Disney song lyrics seem to suit Mary Lou ridiculously well -_-
Mary Lou was... overwhelmed was not the right word for how she was feeling. When she'd first started to think about what being magical meant and what it would say about her connection to her father, she'd had high hopes. Sure, her parents had called her hurtful names and sent her thousands of miles across the ocean to her relatives in New Zealand, but she was sure they loved her even if they weren't around to tell her. Learning about her father from her Aunt and Uncle was going to be a beautiful and wondrous bonding experience and it was that promise that had kept her from feeling the pang of loneliness she got the moment she'd stepped off the plane in a new and unfamiliar country. But that, as it turned out, had been a silly dream. It was as if the moment her Aunt and Uncle had laid eyes on her, they decided that they wanted nothing to do with her. She knew they loved her of course, but they barely said two words to her the entire time she was with them and she had seven more years of that! Normally, Mary Lou was an optimist and she tried so hard to be happy about her new experiences, but, so far, nothing she had witnessed had been anything like the amazing things she'd thought it would be and all she had now was nightmares about a talking hat that could read her mind, dogs turning into people and broomsticks trying to throw her off. Princess Jasmine she was not. If that wasn't bad enough, and really, it was almost too much, Mary Lou had slowly come to the reality that she probably wasn't a real witch at all and that all of this was someone's idea of a cruel prank. Considering she couldn't even get her broom to jump into her hand or make the spells work. She probably didn't belong here at all. So, naturally, when she'd heard about a counsellor (she was pleased that not everything at this school was completely unfamiliar to her) she immediately wanted to ask for their help. She wasn't sure what the counsellors name was, or who they were, but if they were a counsellor she was sure they could help advise her in some way. She really hoped so. When she found the door at the back of the library, she knocked quickly on the door. She could only hope the woman would be able to tell her what she should do. Mary Lou wasn't prepared to face another embarrassing Transfiguration lesson.