Her Power | Discontinued

Kings Cross

For the next month, Olivia read and reread each and every textbook she got. She was determined to be prepared to enter into a world she has never heard of, she gained all the knowledge she could and retained it all in her mind.

Her favourite books, by far, were The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self- Protection by Quentin Trimble, Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger, and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander, in that order. Though she did like the information the other books gave, they weren't as interesting to her.

Olivia packed her trunk once, twice and thrice because she couldn't decide on what she needed to bring. She reduced her packing and only put in what she would use almost every day, even sneaking several packs of coloured pens.

She kindly asked Nancy Cole for a lift to Kings' Cross, which they didn't argue about when she clenched her fist, torching a piece of newspaper. Olivia gathered all three trunks of hers and placed them into the boot of the car and went to say god-bye to Nathan.

"You're leaving for the entire year?" Nathan asked, disappointment clear on his face. "Just when we've started being friends?"

It was September 1st at last, and Olivia was all packed and ready to drive to King's Cross with Mrs. Cole in a short fifteen minutes, and Nathan was oblivious. She'd held off telling Nathan for a few reasons. One, she was too busy reading her many books on hexes, and two, she knew he'd protest.

"I'll write to you," Olivia shrugged like it was no big deal. She wasn't too worried about their short-lived friendship fizzling out while she was away, if it did, she was sure she'd meet someone to fill his place. It may be mean of her, but Nathan was friends with her bully. Although Jennifer was not in a position of power and Olivia was not in the least intimidated by her. Even when they managed to push her to the ground or steal her dinner. Jennifer was a house pest that she had to repeatedly brush off, one that occasionally stung

"When are you coming back?" Nathan frowned.

"Next summer. You'll have plenty of people to keep you company," she said, unmoved. She kept glancing at the clock, wishing that she could be at the train station faster. She'd already read her books two or three times in the last month, but she was eager to give Hogwarts: A History to Harry to read. She was eager to see someone who was like her.

Come on, he's upset, her conscience nagged, but Olivia couldn't find it in her to put forth any empathy.

"All right," Nathan said, defeated "I wish could go to your school."

"Me too," Olivia said honestly, Nathan was cool, but it would be easier if he was magical like her. His eleventh birthday had already passed, there was no way he was a wizard.

He smiled, unable to stay upset for long. "You look nice, though We don't get enough chances to dress up."

It was true. For the occasion, Mrs. Cole insisted on buying Olivia one new outfit for her acceptance to such a prestigious school: She had on a yellow sweater and a black skirt, paired with a new set of black flats. Her old sneakers had holes in them and were hedging on unusable, so Olivia was glad for the change. It seemed like the occasion of her leaving Wool's Orphanage for most of the year inspired Mrs. Cole with extra generosity

"Thanks," Olivia grinned as Nathan's face scarlet. Mrs. Cole appeared in the doorway, and she gave him a quick hug to subdue him.

"See ya in the summer!" she called over her shoulder and ran out the door.

"Don't run in the hall!" Mrs. Cole's voice rang out.

The ride to King's Cross was filled with many sighs from Mrs. Cole and distractions from Olivia. Time and time again Mrs. Cole had to remind the young girl to keep still, and it was only when Olivia stuck her head out the window like a dog that she gave up trying. Compared to her pulling at the threads of her new sweater and drumming her fingers against the dashboard, this was welcomed.