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Woweeeey, these shoes were really starting to rub now then! Man, what the hell where they, feet munchers?! She looked down at her feet and could practically see the swelling through her leather shoes. She shook her head and gave an audible huff. She looked around. Goooooooosh, where the heck was she?!.Turning on her throbbing heal she turned to walk the way she'd came.
Alexanda was starting her new term as her parents had decided it was time to introduce her to the school of Magic, and release her from the grips of muggle-life. Since she was 4, she had attended muggle-based educational schools. But being the magical and clearly gifted indiviual she was, her parents thought it time for her to decide. So this was it, the choice she had made, and by now she was greatful. Freedom of the use of magic, still having its limitations of course, but she was able to use magic without the risk of exposing the ancient myth that surrounded her try identity. If she had told her friends that she was a Witch, one that could move objects now, at least, with her eyes, they woyuld have fell about the floor in hysterics. Good job she didnt do that.
Alex had had a pretty normal unbringing, despite her condition as her aunty Bella called it. Numerous times Lex has stated, "Its fine to call me a witch Bell, 'cos its what I am?". But no, it was a condition. She, at the rip age of 15, almost 16, had mastered her powers from a small age, so there was no really true risk, but still, it was time to mix and develop with those of your own type. So here she was, pacing up and down, lost on heavens-knows what floor!
Anakin had decided all of the good, exciting things in his life happened at random corridors, or at Diagon Alley. Considering Diagon Alley was too far out of his reach at this particular moment, he was going to wander the corridors, because honestly he'd felt like he was a bit of rut. Well, his life was anyways. Now that tryouts were over, and his friends were busy with their studies, he didn't quite know what to do with himself.
It was times like this, he missed being back at Ireland with his Da. Playing quidditch out at the back pitch, or attempting to play a muggle video game inside the house together. It made him feel a little nostalgic, which in turn distracted the 7th year to the point of missing the last step to come upon the long span of the corridor.
Of course that's when he tripped and sprawled out all across the floor, his homework bag spilling the contents all along the floor.
"Oh bloody hell." He glanced up and saw a figure a little farther in, and turned a slight shade of red. Blushing a little bit, and scurrying to pick up his items.
"Oh, er, uh sorry."