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Post by Lily Luna Potter on Jul 19, 2018 0:15:05 GMT
She's more nervous than she's ever been in her entire life. More nervous than her first time leaving on the Hogwarts Express. More nervous than her father's funeral.
Leaving for school had been a little daunting, but Hogwarts had come with a built in safety net - two brothers and eight cousins already there, living in the castle (one cousin had left by that point, but the rest of them all managed to be there at the same time). Even the funeral she'd been able to melt into the family around her. Now? Now, she's on her own.
OK, so its a little exciting too.
Being from a big family means that there's always someone around. It feels like at least one person knows every part of you, even when its something you try to keep private. Although maybe that's something to do with the Weasley clan in particular being nosey fucking bastards rather than a 'big family' cliché.
They're annoying, but standing on her own in the international travel section of the Ministry, a small part of her wishes one of them was coming with her.
There are several things she's acutely aware of. The fact that she's one of the youngest people to ever do this. The fact that she's dropped out of school to do it too. She's of age but still only two months shy of 18 - some of the others she'll be with will be a decade older than her... she's going to need to prove herself as quickly as possible.
A few in the family aren't happy with the fact she's going, either. More so the fact she's left her studies to do so. Apparently she should be finishing school at the appropriate age even though only a handful of them had done that themselves. Admittedly, there had been a war going on - but some of them never went back to complete their NEWTs either, and at least she'll be doing that.
Just, y'know, in a couple of years.
The queue moves, and she moves with it. A pack strapped tightly to her back containing a load of things she's sure she doesn't even need. Packing for this had been more stressful than packing for school, and she's positive than when she returns in two years barely anything currently in the bag will still be in it.
Two. Years.
Its daunting, she can't even deny that. Would never. She'd had a bit of a cry on her mum when they'd said goodbye this morning. There was only so far within the ministry she'd have been allowed to go with her so they'd decided that was for the best, but right now one last tight squeeze is what Lily really feels like she needs.
They call her name and she steps forward. Passes the bag onto someone and confirms that she's going to Argentina. Her body feels physically lighter but she's restless as she watches some regulations officer route through her belongings. Surely there's a spell that will do that by now!? Even muggles have scanners.
She's flexing her hands as she waits, watching the clock on the wall closely. Her portkey is due to go in seven minutes. She crosses her fingers and fires a quick wish out into the universe for this to all go well. For this to have been the right decision.
When they bring out her portkey its a battered copy of that stupid biography of her dad - the one with so many inaccuracies in it that he'd kept an annotated version of it pointing them all out. She can't help but grin to herself.
Its like he's come to say goodbye too.
Leaving for school had been a little daunting, but Hogwarts had come with a built in safety net - two brothers and eight cousins already there, living in the castle (one cousin had left by that point, but the rest of them all managed to be there at the same time). Even the funeral she'd been able to melt into the family around her. Now? Now, she's on her own.
OK, so its a little exciting too.
Being from a big family means that there's always someone around. It feels like at least one person knows every part of you, even when its something you try to keep private. Although maybe that's something to do with the Weasley clan in particular being nosey fucking bastards rather than a 'big family' cliché.
They're annoying, but standing on her own in the international travel section of the Ministry, a small part of her wishes one of them was coming with her.
There are several things she's acutely aware of. The fact that she's one of the youngest people to ever do this. The fact that she's dropped out of school to do it too. She's of age but still only two months shy of 18 - some of the others she'll be with will be a decade older than her... she's going to need to prove herself as quickly as possible.
A few in the family aren't happy with the fact she's going, either. More so the fact she's left her studies to do so. Apparently she should be finishing school at the appropriate age even though only a handful of them had done that themselves. Admittedly, there had been a war going on - but some of them never went back to complete their NEWTs either, and at least she'll be doing that.
Just, y'know, in a couple of years.
The queue moves, and she moves with it. A pack strapped tightly to her back containing a load of things she's sure she doesn't even need. Packing for this had been more stressful than packing for school, and she's positive than when she returns in two years barely anything currently in the bag will still be in it.
Two. Years.
Its daunting, she can't even deny that. Would never. She'd had a bit of a cry on her mum when they'd said goodbye this morning. There was only so far within the ministry she'd have been allowed to go with her so they'd decided that was for the best, but right now one last tight squeeze is what Lily really feels like she needs.
They call her name and she steps forward. Passes the bag onto someone and confirms that she's going to Argentina. Her body feels physically lighter but she's restless as she watches some regulations officer route through her belongings. Surely there's a spell that will do that by now!? Even muggles have scanners.
She's flexing her hands as she waits, watching the clock on the wall closely. Her portkey is due to go in seven minutes. She crosses her fingers and fires a quick wish out into the universe for this to all go well. For this to have been the right decision.
When they bring out her portkey its a battered copy of that stupid biography of her dad - the one with so many inaccuracies in it that he'd kept an annotated version of it pointing them all out. She can't help but grin to herself.
Its like he's come to say goodbye too.