Remington Burnham
I have apples!
Sat Jul 1, 2017 12:43
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Remington Burnham was now twelve years old, and she couldn’t wait to get back to school. She’d done so many things over the summer. Her parents had worried that she’d be a little burnt out by the time school started, but, as it turns out, continuing to be active seemed to do the opposite for the darker skinned girl.

She’d gone to Washington D.C. for the first time with her dad’s parents, which was amazing. Her grandparents were Muggle, and she loved doing all of the things the Muggle way. Her grandparents ended up spending quite a bit of money on the metro; the Draco had insisted on going to all of the museums at least twice. She even found a way to spend time in the Folger Shakespeare Library for several hours. Remington wasn’t a thespian or anything like quite a few of her fellow students at Rocky Mountain International, but even she understood how incredible it was to stand just a few feet from one of Shakespeare’s first folios.

Remington hoped she could get her Mom to bring her to D.C. sometime soon. If all of the Muggle museums and things were so cool, she couldn’t imagine what the magical side of the nation’s capital might look like!

After her adventures in D.C., she spent time with her abuela and her tía, who were visiting the states for a couple of weeks. They took her shopping for clothes, because her mom openly admitted to being useless at finding clothes, and her dad tended to get side tracked whenever they shopped. She had new clothes, even a couple pairs of jeans, and they were kind of flattering. The baby fat that everyone claimed would go away was still there, but she also thought she looked potentially curvy in other places. At the moment, Remington felt very balanced, and she liked how she looked.

Then there was journalism camp and school supply shopping and nearly weekly letters back and forth with Dade. The Draco felt completely reinvigorated by the time her portkey gracefully dropped her in the Finer Diner. She didn’t know how to explain it; Remington was just ready to knock her second year out of the park.

She sat at the Draco bonfire and gave Dade a big wave when she made eye contact with her friend. It was so cool to have a summer pen pal. Her mom let her borrow their owl to write over the summer. Mom didn’t want to buy her an owl of her own until they were sure she’d use it consistently; it was pretty likely she’d get an owl for Christmas now. Remington also used the letter writing to test a bunch of different pens, because she didn’t like the ones she used during her first year. As soon as her hands got a little sweaty when she wrote, the ink would smear everywhere. Now she had a rainbow set of flair pens that didn’t do that. She tested their ink smearing ability several times when writing her Cetus friend.

Remington startled slightly when the Draco fire started to rain confetti, then found herself holding up her hands and laughing. Even the Deputy Head seemed as alive, awake, alert, and enthusiastic about the new school year as she was. She went back to sitting criss cross, very thankful she remembered to wear one of her new pairs of jeans to the feast. It was complimented with a flowy purple v-neck top that had lacey sleeves and white ballet flats. A huge black bow held back her tangled, brown hair, and silver letters on the bow spelled “SLAY.”

Last year, she’d feel panicked at the idea of a sudden pop quiz on the first day of class, but this year Remington perked up. Challenge accepted, Professor Boot. She felt it in her bones; she’d ace that quiz. Granted, she learned way more Muggle history than magic history this summer, but what she didn’t know could totally be supplemented with effort, guess work, and plenty of moxie.

Other people at the Draco fire, she noticed, didn’t have the same confidence. The rest of the school seemed fine with the announcement, but it was almost like a hush, then anxious chatter fell over a ton of the Dracos. Remington tried to find a house elf that had some kind of sandwich, but not burgers, when one of those possibly anxious Dracos caught her attention. She didn’t recognize the boy, which was exciting for two reasons: it reminded her that she wasn’t part of the youngest group of students anymore, and she loved meeting new people.

“Know you the story which is being about a apple-tree man? Can you tell it to me?”

She blinked her brown eyes. She was one hundred and five percent sure that Professor Boot wasn’t going to ask about Johnny Appleseed. …Then again, it was Professor Boot, and it was hard to truly predict what he’d do.

“Yeah, there’s a song for that, and a Disney cartoon, I think, which is what I remember more than the story,” she said with a bright smile, falling into the random conversation with ease, “Johnny Appleseed. There’s some history to him for sure, but a lot of what they talk about in Muggle school is more… like an American mythology thing. Or folk tale. With a super catchy song.” She hummed a few bars of the chorus, trying to remember the lyrics. Okay, maybe just the melody was catchy.

“I’m Remington,” she introduced herself before snagging an apple and brie sandwich from a passing tray, “If it helps, Professor Boot is probably going to ask about Magic history instead of Muggle or American history. So you might have an advantage over a lot of other first years.”

  • Looking for Apples - Mikael Anselm Lundqvist, Sat Jul 1 00:54
    When Anssi followed the rest of the first-years (and that one teenager) into the Fine Dining Room, he expected there to be a few rows of chairs and tables and maybe some polite applause from the... more
    • I have apples! - Remington Burnham, Sat Jul 1 12:43
      • Oh, phew! My saviour! - Anssi, Mon Jul 3 13:45
        “A… song?” he echoed. The darker-skinned girl was acting like she knew exactly what story he was talking about, but Anssi was already pretty sure that they were thinking of different things. Not that ... more
        • What kind of apples are you looking for? - Remington, Tue Jul 4 22:40
          Oh. The other student had no idea what she was talking about. She tried to think about her own adventures in Muggle school. It was pretty inconsistent, really, but that was because she kept going... more
          • I don't know. That may be the problem. - Anssi, Sat Jul 22 00:02
            It was really nice that she had offered to sing it for him. Well, maybe offered was the wrong word, since she had just started singing. But he hadn’t asked her to, so maybe it was the right word?... more
            • We can figure it out! - Remington , Tue Jul 25 21:12
              Anssi didn’t seem reassured, and Remington was pretty sure it was because he wasn’t listening to her. There was clearly a language barrier, but she thought she’d said the most reassuring thing ever.... more
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