today I offer Cherry Magic art, and some of what I've written:
They had half a week before classes started, so Nish was taking the time to explore the grounds.
The grounds of the school seemed endless, Nish had figured out that each of the houses had their dorms in a different corner of the school. Her own house, the possums, was at least closest to the kitchens.
Currently Nish was outside, she’d found the gardens and was walking through a large patch of pumpkins.
It was strange being outside, looking up and seeing the night sky.
‘Admiring the sky?’ came Natasha’s voice, Nish didn’t see where she came from, but was pleased she at least didn’t jump this time.
She’d mentioned it to Alexa, and Alexa had experienced the same thing.
Natasha just always seemed to know exactly where anyone was and be capable of sneaking up on them with ease.
Nish noted that Natasha was currently wearing a shirt she often saw Summer wearing, Nish wasn’t actually sure
who the shirt belonged to, neither seemed to wear it more often than the other.
‘More just exploring,’ replies Nish, she leans back against one of the larger pumpkins, briefly wondering who manages the grounds.
Natasha tilts her head, ‘found all your classrooms yet?’
‘Not quite, but Alexa and I share most classes, so at least I’ll have someone to get lost with.’
‘I’m sure Summer and I can help you not get lost,’ says Natasha, she perches on top of a pumpkin, leaning back to gaze up at the stars.
Something about Natasha looks . . .different under the night sky, theres almost a blue tinge to her skin.
Nish still has no idea what either Natasha or Summer are, but she’s sure they arent witches.
Natasha sits up, flipping through the book Nish hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
‘We have english, french and math together,’ drawled Natasha, Nish suddenly realized that it was her book Natasha was flipping through.
Straightening up, Nish took the book back with a sigh.
All the classes Natasha had listed had been general classes, none were magic or species specific.
It was, however, useful to know she knew at least one person in her French class.
Natasha beamed at her, leaping to her feet and twirling on the spot, ‘coming back in for lunch?’
‘Sure, any idea where Alexa is?’
‘I might know,’ Natasha blinked owlishly at her.
‘Are you going to tell me?’
Natasha shrugs, they start walking back up to the castle together, Natasha maintains a careful distance, ‘you’ll see her soon.’