Lydia Hart, Cetus House
The shoyu makes the poke.
Thu Sep 21, 2017 09:25
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Living in Hawai’i was kind of like living in a small town. No one really went anywhere and if they did it was just to another island or to Japan if they were lucky. There were the people who came for a few years and then left (usually military or university students) but for the most part Lydia’s community had remained constant and unchanging for eleven years.

Her letter of acceptance to various wizarding schools on the mainland came around the time the other Muggle schools sent their letters (now that her novels were seeing such success, Emily had talked to Julie about sending Dylan and Lydia to private schools since the public schools were notorious for being ranked 49th in the nation). She had been scared to leave the island and begged to go to Muggle school with her friends. “You can teach me magic at home!” she had insisted. “Both of you went to school, both of you use magic! Let’s just buy the textbooks and you can teach me!”

The homeschooling lasted only a short while. Puberty was, in short, a monster and Lydia hated having so much school work and to have to listen to everything Emily and Julie said when they were teaching her. Dylan, too, served to be a problem. Before, when it had just been Emily and Julie performing magic with Lydia only performing accidental magic from time to time Dylan hadn’t felt so excluded. But here he was, the only male in the house and the only one who couldn’t perform magic. It was hard and Lydia could feel the jealousy more than ever. Not to mention Emily’s books were becoming more and more popular and almost all of the girls in Lydia’s middle school were reading them which meant she had werewolves and vampires being talked at her all day long, there was no escape.

Two months in, Julie threw up her hands. “This homeschooling business is finished,” she had declared. “We’re enrolling you into the first school which accepts you and that will be it.” And now Lydia was here, listening to her Head of House (how obscenely British did that sound?) talk about things he had taught the class the previous semester and the wizard in the desk next to her talk about confetti and something else that began with a c.

“Confetti, claxons or something else?”

What? Lydia was a naturally smart young girl, but since the state education system in Hawai’i left much to be desired and the confusion was clear on her face. “What are claxons?” she asked. It was a word she had never heard before and it definitely sounded noisy, but it also sounded like proper English, the sort one might hear in England. And folks in Hawai’i did not talk like they did in England. Speech on da ‘aina was casual and friendly, no one talked like they had swallowed a dictionary there. She had only been at the Rocky Mountain Institute for a few short days and already her heart was panging for the warmth and the salt of the tropics. What she wouldn’t give in that moment for some spam…

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