The last few months had gone by so quickly that several times Xanthy wasn’t quite sure where she was, what day it was or what she was meant to be doing. This was actually a bit of a blessing in disguise.
For one thing it meant she didn’t dwell on the fact that her time at Hogwarts had come to an end, for most of the last year she had been a bit glum about this fact, but moment had been and gone, perhaps it hadn’t sunk in for her yet. Either way she didn’t miss it. And secondly there was the fact she had a very messy break up, could she call it that she wasn’t sure, but her friendship or whatever it was (sore subject) with Cris had ended or perhaps had hit the locker rooms for lack of appropriate term. All she knew was that by not being in school she didn’t have to see his face, ignoring the fact she lived in the same village.
Most of the reason for why the last few months had passed by so quickly was down to the time she had spent at the Quidditch draft in Australia, now that was some gig that she managed to get involved in. She didn’t yet know if she had been selected for a team, sure that was worrying her a little but at the same time she had to remind herself if she wasn’t then she could at least say that she had tired. Well maybe, or mores the case that she would just pretend it didn’t happen.
When that draft had ended they were shipped back to Hogwarts, returning back into the middle of the bizarre moments in the history of the school (or least top five). It was like the school had flipped its lid, or rather two of the students had and thus created the knock on affect. She did wonder if she was suffering the effects of jet lag still. The headmistress was soon ousted though no one really knew how centaurs came to be involved in that one, well unless you were the part of the potter trio.
Dumbledore was soon reinstated as headmaster, but someone else had returned. Someone no one in the Wizarding community ever wanted to know was alive, let alone back. He-who-must-not-be-named had also returned. Life as everyone knew had changed.
Graduating was somewhat of a mixed affair, and one that thankfully Xanthy couldn’t remember. A bit like she didn’t remember the time when ‘V’ was last in power, she was too tiny but she only had to look at her parents these days to know that everything that had ever been written on the subject was true. The haunted look was enough to make anyone nervous.
After a few days back in the old homestead, itchy feet overcome Xanthy, she couldn’t just sit round waiting for the news from the Quidditch select board, and she also didn’t want to get involved in the brewery. So before her parents could wangle her into doing some book keeping or errand running she announced she was heading to France to see a friend. News to her parents she had one. Took some talking to see them round to the idea, and a letter from the person’s parents to say it was okay. Perhaps her parents had noted that Xanthy had avoided going out with the triplets on her return, and in fact hadn’t mentioned going round to the Arundels at all. Though word would soon reach their ears that Xanthy and Cris had fallen out, a little quarrel that was bound to run its course soon enough.
Though not if Xant had anything to do with it.
Her parents’ couldn’t really stop Xanthy from going, after all by Wizarding terms she was a fully fledged adult, Xanthy was just being nice by asking them first (also because she wasn’t quite ready to be kicked out of the house).
Soon enough, Xanthy was whizzing over the channel via the aid of a portkey to France. Now she only hoped that she landed in the right place. Wouldn’t do to land in the middle of nowhere, it wasn’t if she knew the language or had a map to his place.
A rush of air, then a sudden stop she landed slightly less than lady like in the middle of a garden, or was it a field? At that moment she only really could gauge that she had landed on grass, her face was in it that was why.