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"LET'S GET LOST IN AN ALLEY"
Mia Potter is not a control freak, she swears. Sure, she hates change, she always has. It's new and she can't control every variable, she doesn't know what will happen. It's like a domino effect, everything spirals and continues to spiral and she can never stop it. All she can do is watch her life disappear. And she never-she never finds her way back. It's what she likes about her aunt and uncle, they could be annoying at times but they kept a routine.
She gets this might sound like she's a control freak, but she isn't.
She just likes routine. Her aunt and uncle aren't that bad, as she was saying. THey don't hit them or anything and they don't try to make their lives insane. Everything follows the same routine...at least until the whole letter thing happened.
She's always hated change, though. When you're a year and a half old and you ripped from everything you've ever known and not offered the slightest comfort, you are bound to never want to feel like that again. So it's no surprise she clings to routines. But not a control freak, she sure.
So the whole magic exists, your parents were witches, she and her brother have magic is not going well for her. This terrifies her on a level she can't explain. Magic shouldn't exist, it really shouldn't exist. Science exists, science is proven to be true and in the two hours she's seen magic, it's broken so many laws f physics and her head is spinning.
But she can't look away as well. She's scared of it but it's amazing as well. There are quills that talk and books that float in the air. Everyone is wearing robes and she feels uncomfortable in her oversized shirt ( it belonged to dudley and she had to wash it seven times before it stopped smelling terrible ) and jeans, the only thing she owns that aren't from her cousin.
"Look at this, Mia," Harry is smiling like what she thinks a kid at a candy store would look like. She's never been. "It's a broom that flies!"
Her eyes stop on the broom. It's something called a Nimbus Two Thousand, it must be pretty cool judging by the crowd of people around who are talking excitedly. She has never seen a racing broom before, she sort of knows what it is because of when she had to talk to that blond boy. You go on a broom ad play Quidditch. What Quidditch is though, is hard to understand. Explaining sports to someone who hasn't seen is always hard though.
Mia can't take her eyes off it, it's beautiful in a way she doesn't understand. It'd be fun to fly it, she thinks, surprising herself. She could go really fast like she used to?
She's not sure where that thought came from.
Mia has never been flown before on a plane, let alone a broom.
"Wouldn't it be cool to fly it," Harry grins sideways at her.
"Definitely," she agrees. "I think it would be. We should ask Hagrid."
