The eyes of Winter

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Chapter 2....The arrival
Now here she was on this bastard train, already missing her
beloved Seattle. Winter felt literally torn from everything she
knew, and everything she didn\'t know waited like a stalker around
the corner.

She had learned over the past year , what Hogwarts was,
and why she was being pulled from her public high school, thrown
half way around the world and let loose within a pit of uncertainty
and unknowing. Dumbledore had tried to prepare her for the massive
culture shock, but upon hearing most school rules, she had refused to go.

Being Karhem defiantly had its privileges she found out, and
demanded what was needed for her to agree. NO regular uniform
for her, just robes. She demanded to bring a CD player with music,
which her player had to have special spells put on it. Normally muggle
electronics won\'t work anywhere on the castle grounds.

She had almost lost it when she read that in some old musty book
Dumbledore had lent her to get used to wizarding school, called
\"Hogwarts-a history\" or something. Good reading minus the inch of
dust. Lord does no one read this thing?

She looked behind her at her final and largest rule stretch. Onyx,
her beautiful specimen of horse flesh. Half Thoroughbred, half Percheron,
and blacker than the pit of hell. Dark as a moonless night and one of
the largest horses she\'d ever seen. His eyes clear glass blue like a Husky
dog\'s, glared back at her.

Someone had fashioned an extra train car for her and Onyx, with a booth
and window for her and a large stall on the other end. She was left alone
for the train ride, with only his pawing at the straw to fill her ears. She
busied herself brushing his mane out which was long and tangled from
the geldings pacing and nervousness. Trying to keep herself busy, not
bothering to use her wand, wanting to do it HER way.

She had learned much over the last months time. Knocking her wizard
tutors off their feet with her new found talents. She was powerful, too
powerful to have living among the muggles. That\'s why she got her way,
unknown power, and she kind of liked it.

After Onyx was slick and shiny from his grooming, she thought about
herself.

\"Eeewww\",she looked as she waved her wand to make her
hand mirror larger, \"I look like the living dead.\"

Winter looked hard as she brushed her burgandy hair, putting the
stark white streaks back into place to frame her face in front. Her shocking
blue eyes adorned with dark brown eye shadow and black liner,
put on with her wand, looked back at her.

She liked the beauty charm she had picked up from Fritz, one of many
wizard tutors over the months. Just think about how you want it, close
your eyes and the wand does the work. In her opinion wizards were
sometimes too lazy to do the most trivial things, but why do it if you
don\'t have too. She giggled to herself as the dark brown lipstick
went on without a flaw.

The train lurched, the brakes started to squeal. Onyx tossed his head
up and neighed loudly. Apparently hating the train as much as she did.

\'Good\', she thought, \'get me off this fucking freight!\'

Onyx pawed heavily on the floor, agreeing with her almost.
Winter grabbed her grey riding cloak and gloves from the trunk and
set it on her seat. The train was really slowing down now and she
knew it was almost time.

Winter had left her hair down, which almost made it to the bottom of
her ass. She took off her old ripped blue jeans and pulled on her red plaid
skirt which was held together on the side with large safety pins, it was
dangerously short. Then she pulled on her English Riding boots that came
up to her knees, careful to slowly zip them.

She loved to savor the leather, the sweet smell and the way
it carassed her legs, and molded to her skin. Finally,she adjusted
her many facial peircings. The nose stud on the right, the stretched
septum ring that hung under her nose, two bottom lip rings, a tongue
bar and three eyebrow rings. Another thing she refused to give up.
There was no way she was about to take them out. It had cost a lot
of money to look this scary. She sighed heavily. Winter dismayed at
the thought of no punks besides her.

\"For fucks sake,\" she grumbled,\"they\'re mostly British you\'d think there
would be at least one.\"

Sadly Winter could tell by the reaction of some of her
teachers, and the way the other students had stared before
boarding the train this morning, she was alone in her counter
culture world.

She arranged her belongings, and proceeded to saddle Onyx. Since
she had on her favorite skirt she choose the side saddle,
made by her Uncle Troy to fit her massive horse. Onyx fidgeted,
but in the end she won and completed her task by adjusting the bridle.
He chewed on the bit lazily as the train finally stopped with a
mornful screech.
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