Teach Me, Professor

Lyra

I had settled for a light brown petty coat, a red skirt with a white top. Fixing my hair just enough in the mirror, tying some hair in the back while some stragglers flowed down my cheeks. I sighed, feeling the nervousness getting the best of me. A new school. A new beginning. Something I wasn't ready for but really having no choice.

This magic. So unpredictable. Untamable. I couldn't grasp it and when it unleashed-.....it unleashed flames. Chaos in its wakes. I wish in some way I hadn't been gifted. I wish I was a muggle, living an ordinary, noncomplicated life with no ties to magic at all. But I remember my fathers words singing in my mind, "You only get one chance, one life, one moment...... don't waste it."

My hands clenched down together in front, pushing the skirt down as far as it would go. Hoping it wouldn't expose my legs too much. I didn't want a bad impression on my first day. Especially on my mentor whom the Ministry had set me up with when it came down to my transfer to Hogwarts.

"Are you ready, dear?"

I looked behind me, noticing my gran. Her eyes full of tears that hadn't leaked yet. She's been the only family I had left. Atleast since the accident.... "Yes." I sighed, getting myself together. "I'm ready."

She came up behind me, pushing some of my light brown almost blonde cascading locks down my front. Her wrinkled and old hands feeling the softness. "You look just like your mother."

I smiled, "I know-... you tell me nearly everyday remember?"

She chuckled. "With your fathers charisma, ofcourse."

I breathed deep, looking at myself through the mirror one last time. Fixing my black eye liner, hoping it wouldn't somehow leak into my bright green eyes. That was always one thing I had others that didn't. I got stopped multiple times, sometimes they were a dark green, sometimes light green, even occasionally some have said they've turned to a yellow. I've always just laughed thinking they were color blind. But who knows-.... I've always taken people at their word.

I turned, grabbing my grans hands one last time. "You sure you're going to be okay without me?" I asked.

"Ofcourse, my dear. Just-... don't forget to write. I'll be thinking of you daily."

I hugged her close. Smelling my mothers perfume on her shoulders. She smelled like home. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to leave. But for her safety...... I'd do anything.

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I waited patiently at my waiting spot for my mentor to come. Sitting by the carriage, listening to the stomps and snorts of the thestrals pulling the carriage. I found it amusing, watching others walk by them and not even paying attention when they felt a brush of air on their shoulders. Invisible to others that never have seen death.

I went up to the one at the very top of the carriage, watching its weary eyes take in my figure. Watching it carefully.

"Its alright. We can be friends, can't we?" I said sweetly, reaching up and stroking its face. Slowly enough, after realizing I didn't mean any harm, it dropped its head. Taking in the comfort and relishing in my touch. I smiled, "See? Not so bad huh?"

In the distance, the warp of magic sounded not too far away. I moved back towards the carriage, showing, which I believed was my mentor or professor, dressed in a black tunic sweater. His eyes were...... crystal white, blonde hair slicked back with a back over coat. His wand just at his side as he walked, its blinking red light at the tip.

"Professor?" I asked.

He walked swiftly up to me, showing me a charming and warmling smile. "You must be Lyra. Lyra Collins, correct?"