But you were born to be a peasant not a king
So just stop acting like you're running from something
You're gonna leave the way you came without a thing
So just stop acting like you're running from something
You're gonna leave the way you came without a thing
Midnight, 31st August, 1888 — The Forbidden Forest
The summer had ended, and she had no money to go to Hogwarts. And no wand, either, try as she might. The summer had ended, and the carnival was on its way to leaving Hogsmeade, just like that!
Well, not Daisy - not Silence Daisy, no siree! She hadn't finished with Hogsmeade, and she hadn't finished with the idea of going to Hogwarts. She was a witch, after all, and witches didn't give up! She had spent the day making so much of a nuisance of herself as the carnival packed up - meddling in everyone's things, crashing into people and breaking things here and there - that, kindly or not, most of the folk there had sent her off to be out of the way.
She'd show them, and get out of the way! She'd get out of the way right to the castle on the horizon, aha! With a force of purpose she didn't usually quite manage to cobble together, Daisy had packed herself a suitcase - well, a carpet bag - and snuck off out of Padmore Park, deciding it would be best that she kept out of sight so no one would spot her and drag her back to beat her about the ears for her silliness.
But she wasn't being silly, see, she was being super duper smart and she had skipped into the forest (it was the one place in the area she hadn't explored this summer) thinking that if she wandered upwards wherever the ground sloped, that she would eventually find herself on the hill the Hogwarts castle sat atop. Easy peasy.
It had gotten pitch black around her, and Daisy had gotten into a scrape or five with thorns and brambles and tree trunks because of it, but she had not given up hope yet! "Nearly... there... now," she told herself as she lugged her carpet-bag up the slope behind her with two hands. She had no proof she was right, but she had a feeling.
Well, not Daisy - not Silence Daisy, no siree! She hadn't finished with Hogsmeade, and she hadn't finished with the idea of going to Hogwarts. She was a witch, after all, and witches didn't give up! She had spent the day making so much of a nuisance of herself as the carnival packed up - meddling in everyone's things, crashing into people and breaking things here and there - that, kindly or not, most of the folk there had sent her off to be out of the way.
She'd show them, and get out of the way! She'd get out of the way right to the castle on the horizon, aha! With a force of purpose she didn't usually quite manage to cobble together, Daisy had packed herself a suitcase - well, a carpet bag - and snuck off out of Padmore Park, deciding it would be best that she kept out of sight so no one would spot her and drag her back to beat her about the ears for her silliness.
But she wasn't being silly, see, she was being super duper smart and she had skipped into the forest (it was the one place in the area she hadn't explored this summer) thinking that if she wandered upwards wherever the ground sloped, that she would eventually find herself on the hill the Hogwarts castle sat atop. Easy peasy.
It had gotten pitch black around her, and Daisy had gotten into a scrape or five with thorns and brambles and tree trunks because of it, but she had not given up hope yet! "Nearly... there... now," she told herself as she lugged her carpet-bag up the slope behind her with two hands. She had no proof she was right, but she had a feeling.