Snippet #2068737

I did not pace.
Nirvana Fayhe Blanca did not pace.

So if it looked like I was taking a pointless walk all the way to the hall and back, fists clenched, tongue scathing, then you were sadly and most definitely mistaken.
“Are we arriving soon?” I checked my watch again, as I made my way up the carriage, only to decide that indeed, I actually liked the other end better so proceeded to make my way back, “It's 9.45, damn it, 9. forty. five. Are we any where near? Are we going to be soon?”

I paused.

Out of all ridiculous things, I was not talking to myself.

I almost screamed when someone came up behind me, linking their arm in mine and pulling me along the hall. I glanced up and was met with the smiley face of Tiffany Sands, pointing us animatedly and alarmingly fast in the direction of the nearest window. I jumped out of my skin.

"Que pensez-vous!" I hissed, as she elbowed a fellow student earning a rather lethal glare in her haste, "What on Earth are you- oh."

I stopped, facing the gigantic glass that encased us from outside.

Before us was the biggest, darkest and scariest building I had ever seen in my life. Like, Gothic horror movie crossed with creepy asylum gone wild. Was that tree alive? I couldn't tell.

She didn't seem fussed though, pulling me toward the door.

"Welcome to Hogwarts" she smiled, seconds after I had spotted the building. The carriage pulled to a graceful stop, swooping in to land softly on earthly ground, "Creepy but breathtakingly cool? I think so."

I smiled nervously, too shocked to really hear what she said.

It had been years since I had been out of school let along in a completely different country. Cool didn't quite cover it.

"Quelle belle école!" I gasped, bright blue eyes drinking up the spacious grounds and wide, sparkling lake. "Je ne vais pas envie de partir..."