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Parker Fitzgerald
So much open space!
Fri Aug 11, 2017 15:44
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Parker Fitzgerald got off the wagon with the other students around him. He heard someone talk about elves, and remembered the buying of school supplies and the new creatures Sullivan had introduced him to. The elves in some of the shops, the goblins at the bank they stopped at, some amazing looking creatures in the window of one shop they walked by.

A nice man pointed him to follow the signs to Orientation, and though he meant to stay with Tatiana, the only person he really knew, he was suddenly mesmerized by the place he was standing and walked through dazed. It was a giant garden with signs and other people about pointing him down the path.

Behind people he could see other paths that lead to who knows where, and the excitement of being able to explore those pathways and see what there was to see excited him.
Soon Parker found himself in a large clearing with a fountain and a banner that looked as if it had been hand painted.

Underneath the banner though was so much food that Parker's eyes went wide. He walked up to the table looking at the variety and seeing all the cupcakes and cookies for the taking. He often wasn't allowed to eat them since he already had "enough energy to pull a train", and so his parents rarely had them around the house. This table though was amazing and he wondered if any of the food was magical. It all looked like normal food, but as he had already seen, things that looked normal were not normal so he put some crackers and veggies on a plate and got a cup of fruit punch. He sat down on the grass to open this packet.

He was worried there was going to be a lot of reading, like the pamphlet Sullivan had given his parents. Soon though he had forgotten his snacks. Hiding behind the rules was both a map of the grounds and the list of classes. Sullivan took a deep breath in seeing the large Garden where he assumed they were in, and the Quidditch Pitch.

Sullivan had said something about Quidditch at some point he was sure, but Parker couldn't remember what.
The class schedule looked amazing though. Parker looked down at it and then back up around the other students to see if any of them were as amazed. They all seemed to not be as excited, some even seemed a bit bored.

He wanted to yell: "Flying? Did it say flying lessons?" He remembered seeing people on brooms when buying supplies, but he didn't know he was going to learn how to fly one so soon. And a class all about animals? And another all about plants? What kind of amazing school was this Parker thought. He pinched himself under his big robes to make sure this wasn't a dream.

Just as he let out a little yelp the nice man from the wagons cleared his throat and started talking. It appeared that he was the plant teacher, and his name, which caused Parker to laugh a bit, was Professor Xavier. He was going to have a hard time not calling him Professor X, even if this Professor X wasn't bald and in a wheel chair. Though for all Parker knew, he could read minds.

As Professor X went on, Parker grew a bit excited sitting on the ground and began to shake his right leg a bit. This school sounded radically different form the one he had left in June last year. Then again, in June of last year he wasn't causing lights to explode yet. Parker thought for a moment, "If he's Professor X, does that make me Jubilee?"

He shook his head and tried to pay attention again as the topic of food was being discussed. It seemed to him that unlike the school he came from no one would be hungry. As Professor X finished he said to mingle.

Parker looked around to see if he could see Tatiana, but everyone looked the same in their green robes. So instead he simply turned to the person next to him.

“Hi,” Parker said sticking out his hand like his father had taught him to do, “My name is Parker Fitzgerald, what’s yours?”

The young woman who turned around was what his mom referred to as hotey toity, and were often the people his father had as clients when he went away for a few days. Even her family name was of a specific family.

“Sorry,” Parker responded trying hard to match her poise, but failing as he took a step forward and onto his plate of food, “I don’t know them.”

He stepped off his food and made a bit of a face looking at squished bell peppers, or at least what he thought were bell peppers.

“Maybe my dad knows your family though. He is an architect for nice houses all over California. Where in California are you from?”

  • I have arrived.Jasmine Delachene, Fri Aug 11 12:49
    Jasmine looked out the back of the covered wagon, watching the ground pass beneath her. This was higher than her horses usually flew, but the height didn't bother her. What bothered her was that she... more
    • So much open space! — Parker Fitzgerald, Fri Aug 11 15:44
      • Eh, I've seen moreJasmine Delachene, Fri Aug 11 21:06
        The boy didn't recognize her family branch, but judging by the way he then stepped on his food and that she didn't recognize his surname, that was not indicative of any failing on her family's fame... more
        • A Subject I know!Parker Fitzgerald, Sat Aug 12 16:49
          The girl was talking about California bordering Arizona, and Parker imagined his grandfathers house and trips to the Salton Sea. He was thinking about this that he almost missed her comment about... more
          • A subject I love!Jasmine Delachene, Sat Aug 12 19:42
            Jasmine nodded as Parker stated he expected he'd be a Pecari. "My father loved it there," she encouraged. Her mother had mixed feelings; Mom had loved having a room to herself, and being with Dad,... more
            • Invisible horses?Parker Fitzgerald, Tue Aug 15 19:51
              Parker was glad to hear that her father liked it. But the absence of her mother gave him pause. Did he mishear about both her parents being Pecari? Or maybe it was a male heavy house. Parker could... more
              • Yes, of course, an invisible horse!Jasmine, Sat Aug 19 17:16
                Jasmine smiled fondly in remembrance, "Well, the first time, I was probably only three or four, so Mom rode behind me to make sure I didn't fall off. Honestly, I don't remember not riding Flossie, so ... more
                • Everyone looks like an idiotParker Fitzgerald, Tue Aug 22 12:07
                  Parker was a bit spell bound. Stories of horses flying, and this seemed so mundane to the Jasmine. He paused when she mentioned not knowing how to ride a bike. He had never thought that the people... more
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