Finding a seat overlooking the window and the outside view, she settled her chin on her arms and sighed deeply. Quinn missed her father and her muggle friends back home. She would miss the sleepovers her and Amy would have back in grade school, Sunday sundaes with her father, the familiarity of muggle london... She shook her head, momentarily burying her face within her robed arms.
You chose this life. You got to choose your path as either a muggle or a witch-you chose to be a witch.
The reminder didn't put her at ease and her mind wandered back to the days when her mother had been alive and healthy. It had been three years since the death of her mother and she pulled out a quill and piece of parchment to write:
I miss you.
I know you can't read this but I needed someone to write to. Dad still doesn't like owl post so I try not to write to him too often... he misses you too. I'l bet even more now that I'm away at school.
Are you proud of me? I know I'm not a Slytherin like you were, but the other Ravenclaw students are nice even if I don't feel like I belong with them either.
I think I've decided what I want to study for. I'm going to be a Mediwizard and save people like you. I'm going to study hard here for seven years so there aren't more girls like me writing to mothers who will never read their letters.
Your Loving Daughter
She stared down at the letter, a piece of her feeling a strong wave of raw pain and emotional but she held it back and ignored it. She had not cried once since her mother's deah and she certainly wouldn't start here in the school's library.
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