June 2nd, 2010
The countryside was starting to give way to more suburban surroundings. The beautiful hills and streams had morphed into one story houses, and in a few more minutes they would transform into the landmarks of the British capital, London. A young Japanese woman was staring out a train window, the regular click-clack of the train wheels creating a steady rhythm as the train progressed on its journey. She could see her own bright hazel eyes reflecting in the glass of the window. The events of the last few days had her head swimming. It left her depressed and unfocused, so much that she didn’t want to risk using magic for a while, not with her mental instability. So muggle transportation was the most prudent.
Aoi Kimiko Risa. She had successfully gotten a job with the Ministry of Magic, and beyond that, she had located her mother. She hadn’t just come to visit the UK, she had officially immigrated there. She already knew English, a decision made for her as a child as her family thought it wise she know the language. It was common in the world of business, and her family’s company had connections to both America and the UK. Though she had a late start, she was fluent enough to land a job and survive everyday life.
Leaving Japan had been difficult. She held a strong love for her homeland. The culture here in the UK already stood in sharp contrast. It was so relaxed in comparison. Aoi glanced around the train car, perking up as the conductor called for tickets. The young woman reached into the pocket of her cobalt peacoat, withdrawing the scrap of paper. The man checked over the ticket, returning it to Aoi upon completion of his examination. “It seems your stop is the next station, madam. King’s Cross station. We hoped you enjoyed your trip with us today.” Aoi flashed a smile at him, appreciating the professionalism he displayed.
King’s Cross Station was quite the sight in the blazing sun as the train pulled into the station. The clock on top of the entrance showed the time at 14:33. Early afternoon on Thursday would hopefully not be too busy for the London station. Crowds weren’t an issue, but they could be overstimulating, and she needed to focus. The first thing on her docket was to get to the address she had tracked down. The address of one Miss Evangeline Wood. This would be a surprise for Miss Wood, meeting Aoi, her daughter stolen away by a self-righteous man. Aoi wondered if her mother would even want her. She was 19 now, hardly a child anymore. Aoi didn’t even look like her mother, as far as she knew. Her mother possessed blonde hair which curled at the ends. Deep brown eyes and a crooked smile as well. Aoi let out a sigh. She wasn’t one to get nervous, but this time the butterflies were in quite the swarm.
The train lurched to a halt suddenly, startling Aoi out of her inner thoughts. She has arrived. She shook her head, focusing on what was directly in front of her. The young woman stood up in the aisle, unlatching the overhead storage compartment, and withdrew a black duffel bag. She pulled the bag over her head, letting the strap rest on her shoulder, and made headway toward the door. Her boots made loud clicks as she stepped down the steps, but the sounds were lost in the dull roar of the people inside the station. She looked around, checking for the nearest exit when her ears picked upon crying. A child’s crying. She scanned around rapidly, narrowing down the sound. It took a few minutes, but she soon found its origin. A girl, maybe 11 or 12 perhaps, was weeping softly into her hands. Aoi approached carefully. She didn’t have much experience with children. She delicately bent down at the knees and reached out to touch the girl’s shoulder.
Aoi already had a London accent. One she had picked up from her English tutor and nanny. It was soft and gentle when she wanted it to be, perfect for situations like this. “Hello, there little girl. Are you ok?” She wore a smile and waited for a reply.
Sometimes, making the wrong choice is better than making no choice. You have the courage to go forward, that is rare.