Post by Sarah Evans on Jul 22, 2004 0:52:50 GMT
She normally wore black when she wrote… tonight was no exception. Tonight’s wardrobe was pajamas. Black crushed velvet tank with glittering flames on the bodice, with a matching pair of pants, the flames were on the ankles this time. Notebook in hand quill in the other she sauntered down to the common room to find a nice comfy chair to relax and write in. it was time to write about her life.
Sarah Evans and her family lived in the muggle world. The family had no magical background for one exception, Sarah’s Grandmother, Nana.
Sarah wasn’t an only child by no means; she had 12 brothers and sisters, she being one of the middle children. She sat at number seven. As part of a set. She had a twin. Sarah and Joey. Joey being number six. The two looked exactly alike at birth. When they got older their parents learned that they were mirror images of each other, one writing with the left hand the other with the right and so on.
Though there was one exception. There was something magical about Sarah. She was able to change appearances at will. Mother and Father were needless to say shocked at the fact that their six month old daughter could change appearances by burping.
Sarah and Joey did everything together. Swung on the swings. Had tea with nana. They were inseparable. Until the night of March 15th. Sarah and Joey were to turn the ripe old age of 6. The house was decorated in their favorite colors; pink for Sarah, and green for Joey. There were balloons everywhere. There wasn’t a lack of gifts either. There was a huge pile of gifts from family and friends on the table by noon. In order to keep the children away from the presents Mother sent them outside to play. That’s when it happened. The twins had had many firsts together but not like this one and never again.
In the air amongst the beautiful butterflies and dragonflies flying around in the air, was a dark and mysterious creature that neither of them had seen before. It flew yes and at great speed. It buzzed around like a bee, though stung much worse. Sarah had been hit once by this creature, it hurt. But unlike a bee this flying black bug kept coming. Two, three, four more times this thing stung her. Finally the bug dropped from the sky and landed in a small glass jar that Joey was holding on the other side of the yard. The pain in Sarah’s arm was unbearable. She ran inside and between sobs of pain and huffing and puffing from shooting inside she began to retell her ordeal to Mother and Father.
Sam, the twins’ oldest brother went to try and find the bug that did this to his sister. Though upon entering the back yard, Sam noticed that Joey was lying on the ground near the swing set. Sam raced over. There laying on the ground, was Joey swollen and blue. Next to his hand a small glass container with a large black wasp in it.
Joey was raced to the hospital, and pronounced dead on arrival, cause of death, deadly allergy to bee and wasp stings.
The trouble with that prognosis, the doctor and the family thought was that it was Sarah who had been stung. Yet the to their surprise the little girl was perfectly fine. For the exception of the marks in her arms where the wasp had hit.
Months had passed since the deadly tragedy that separated Sarah and her best friend and brother. You could say that Sarah had started to go crazy. Sarah had acquired a new friend. Appropriately named Beazly, he however, was invisible.
Though if you asked her at the time, she would have told you that it was Joey coming to play.
Stranger things started happening too. Sarah would finish peoples thoughts. Her mind would be racing all the time with pain and joy and any other emotion you could think of. Witch in any other person would be normal. Not Sarah. These were not her emotions. She frequently acted out. Screaming at the top of her lungs telling the voices in her head to GO AWAY. They never did.
Mother and Father were so distraught over what was to become of their child that they sent her away. The only person that they knew could take care of her would be Mothers mother.
Nana was an old woman in her 60’s when Sarah came to live. And did NOT put up with any crap. Nana understood though what sarah was going through. Fore nana was a very wise and very caring witch. The only magical relation that Sarah has to this day that she knows of.
For years up until this one her 17th year of birth, Sarah has lived with Nana in a small town in the United States. Sarah has learned the way of muggles and the way of the magical world. She has learned how to keep the voices in her head to a minimum though some are to strong and she has to follow. Sarah has also learned to keep her mind out of others, though she sometimes slips.
When Sarah first heard of Magic Horizons she felt a bit skeptical because of the things that she was taunted for as a child. She did not want to be known as a freak. Nor did she want to look like one. Without to much poking and prodding though, Nana convinced her that this school would be good for her.
So she decided to try it out. Something new she supposed on her train ride here. She just knew she would meet new people here and she had.