The Golden One

Moon Walker - Prologue

She was finally going there. To Hogwarts, her dream world ever since she knew that she wouldn't be stuck in Wool's Orphanage forever. It had started with the letter, no orphan had the privilege to have private letters, as Mrs Benchworth put it. It was only a missive from the benefactor read out before sermon time or a note with 'no supper' scrawled on it.

But this, this seemed almost like a fairy-tale. There were whispers that a boy from the orphanage had gone to the same school as she would, but that was a long time ago and they wouldn't know the first thing about this school, them being ordinary people, with puddings for brains.

As a baby, she was never liked. That seemed cruel, but she never cried. No family or relations; just the ordinary sob story - an old man finding her at his doorstep and being reminded of his dead daughter. But he died soon afterwards and she was brought to the orphanage.

There may have been no human constant in her life, but what girl obsessed with magic wouldn't be filled with wonder at nature's own? The moon was her companion in a world of ordinary dullness. Looking at a full moon made her feel as though her powers had suddenly been amplified, cranked up a dial to feel a buzz in her tongue and electricity at her fingertips. But she was yet to satisfy her thirst for excitement. She had never seen such a lifeless thing be, well, so full of life. 

Sometimes, as silly as she felt thinking about it, sometimes she could feel the moon reaching out to her, calling to her like a mother calls her daughter or an empress, her heir. She built fantasies of a different life, one where she meant something more to someone special. A life where she had a purpose beyond doing the laundry on Wednesdays and one where Mrs Benchworth might actually look at her with kindness instead of disgust in her eyes. She was a Moon Walker in this world, belonging far away on the pearly lunar seas.

She shared a bond with the moon, her moon. But for the first time, she fancied a rift had come between her and her imaginary friend, the moon wasn't telling her everything. She dismissed this at once. The moon continued in their very one-sided conversation: there were others like her in this other world so she needn't be afraid. Indeed, she was far from it. At eleven, with a lust for life beating in her tiny heart, she was exhilarated with the thrum of magic in the seemingly quiet night of July.

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The moon glistened in her eyes, two fierce twin stars drowned out by the inkiness of her irises. It was midnight but she was a night owl. Her lids grew heavy in protest but her mind was on fire. Her body's needs won, her mind was conquered and soon she was nodding off, curled up on the window sill, dreaming about her new life ahead.

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