Kira was walking down a road. She had absolutely no idea where she was going, or even really why she was going, but still she went. She was done, done with being kept in her parent's house like a pet, like a prisoner. She hadn't really ever done anything wrong except be different... right?
She had a large duffel-type bag over one shoulder, holding as many clothes as she'd been able to pack and a little bit of food. She had known that it would be a good idea to bring food, but the world was proving much more vast than she had thought. Reading a book and learning that the Earth was 24,901.55 miles in circumference -- not that she remembered it perfectly or anything -- was different than actually walking the distance, or any distance at all.
Still, she'd known that running up and down the attic stairs at home would come in handy someday, and now it was, for she was finding out that she had good stamina. She'd had to stop after one day, that had been yesterday, and sleep under some bushes, but she'd already gone at least as far today as she had all day yesterday. Interesting, for sure. It was rather difficult to walk in what she was wearing, though: a dress from the Victorian era she'd found in the attic, complete with corset and button-up boots.
She heard a roar behind her that signaled that another one of those nasty things called a "car" was approaching. Kira veered hastily off the road from walking in the exact middle and paused at the side, waiting for it to go by.
There was very little more relaxing than a good, long ride in the country. The city, of course, was fun what with the zipping between cars and the shops one could visit. But the country...that was where one went to clear their mind, relax, and think. If anyone needed to relax right now, it was DC.
Sofi's party had been the day before yesterday and, despite his best promises, he never had really been good at behaving. Then again, based on the events, neither was Burgess, apparently. All that aside, DC was sure that Sof's party wasn't ruined. It was a good idea though, to avoid Malcolm.
Fields and hedges were all that were out here. That and a girl in a Victorian era dress. Wait. What? DC slowed his bike and stopped, staring at the girl. He stared for several long seconds at her dress, then at her face. Her expression wasn't exactly vacant, but the open curiosity confused him. She was peering at him like he was from another planet or something. He took off his helmet, to make sure that there wasn't some hex on the face shield making him hallucinate. Her expression changed to one of open surprise. That startled him.
Kira was still waiting for the car to go by, but it never did. Instead, another sort of odd contraption, this one with two wheels and not much in the way of anything else, pulled up beside her. Kira watched it carefully, for she had never seen anything like it before. When part of it detached, she realized that it wasn't all one piece, but that there was a person sitting on it. An odd sort of person, too... it didn't seem to have a normal sort of head. The creature reached up and removed its head, revealing a much more normal one. Kira was about to be relieved when she took a closer look at the person now before her.
It wasn't like any other sort of person she'd ever seen before. It clearly wasn't a woman, but it also was completely unlike any man or boy Kira had ever seen before. It seemed... younger, somehow, than her father or her doctor, but it was much larger than her doctor's son. Clearly, this was some sort of intermediate stage she hadn't encountered yet. Perhaps it was what was referred to in books as an "adolescent" or "teenager". She decided to ask, but as politely as she could, whether or not it was, but then it spoke to her and she was distracted again.
"I-I'm not doing anything," she blurted without thinking, "Well, I mean, I was walking... but right now, I'm not... Doing anything, that is..." She paused, remembering her question. "Well, there was one thing I was doing.... I was trying to figure out what you are." She tilted her head at the creature, whatever it was, before her. "How old are you?"
"...seventeen?" DC hadn't meant the answer to come out as a squeaking question. This chick was weird. Beyond weird. She needed help, or something. He didn't think she was unintelligent, but...something wasn't right. He almost wanted to say she was a witch. The clothing, the unfamiliarity with the motorcycle, they made sense. But this girl was almost as awestruck by him as she was the bike. Had she been kept away from boys? Perhaps some loony pureblood family that wanted to shelter their little girl from the influence of the world?
"My name's DC...who are you? And how old are you?"
"Ah, so you are one!" Kira cried happily. It made sense, now, why this person -- teenager, rather -- looked different. He wasn't fully grown, like her father and doctor, but he was much older than the other boys she'd met. "I... I mean..." She blushed, brushing her hair behind her ear and sucking gently on her lower lip. "I mean, you're an adolescent. I've never seen one, besides myself, of course, but what I mean is, I've never seen a male one..."
Something occurred to her, and she blushed even redder. "Oh, dear... I'm not being rude, am I? I'm sorry... And you asked me my name and everything..." She held out her hand, the way her parents had told her to do when she'd met her doctor's family for the first time. "I'm Kira.... Kira Stirling. I'm nineteen; my birthday's an odd day, though, February 29th, so some people might say I was only going on five... isn't that odd? And I've never heard or read a name like 'Deesee' before... what does it mean?"
She pronounced his nickname like it was one word, rhyming with the ever famous 'vini vidi vici' of Latin origins. Hesitantly, he took her hand and shook it.
"No, D...C. Initials, mate....stands for Dmitri Cross. Look...why are you....dressed that way?" He looked her up and down in a completely nonflirtatious manner. The dress was odd, as was the corset. it looked vintage, instead of a remake. He himself was actually dressed normally in jeans and yellow tee shirt.
Kira's mouth opened into a miniature "oh" of surprise when the boy explained his name. "Ah... initials... yes, I've seen names like that, then." She nodded, to reinforce her statement. "Though, I must say, 'Dmitri Cross' is still a more normal sort of name.... But I'll call you DC, if that's what you want."
She pondered his next question, not really sure how to answer. "It's... it's a dress," she said hesitantly, "I found it in my parent's attic, and it fit, so... I thought I'd wear it. I don't have a lot of clothing, you see, so I figured, since I'm running away, I'd need extra." She said this as though it was the most natural thing in the world, as though there was nothing odd in what she'd just said. She already trusted this boy, DC, for he was being nice to her and wasn't trying to hurt her or anything. If he started, though, she could always hide or run.
Looking up and down the normally busy road, DC noted that there was relatively no traffic. Still, in the interest of safety, he walked the bike over to the shoulder so he could talk with this girl.
"Kira...why are you running away? And why the hell don't you have more clothes than something older than dirt?"
His fingers itched to transfigure it into more normal clothing, but resisted the urge. That would, for one, be showing off. For two, it would break the statute of secrecy. And, while breaking the statute would get him out of the house, it would probably also get him in to Azkaban. So, all that aside, he figured he'd do the gentlemanly thing and get her to town and somewhere safe before leaving her alone.
Kira squeaked in protest and pointed an accusatory finger at DC. "There's no need to say bad words, you know!" she admonished him, "I didn't do anything wrong... did I?" She stopped and thought about all the things she'd said. Had she made DC mad somehow? But... he seemed so nice, in other ways. Maybe he just had a bad habit.... or maybe he was really good at hiding when he was mad.
Deciding that her tale would take too long to explain while standing up, Kira hiked her skirts and flounced (there was no other way to describe the way she had to walk in her dress and boots) over to a grassy spot beside the road. She sat down, sticking her legs straight out in front of her like a little child, and patted a spot beside her for DC to sit on before folding her hands in her lap.
"I'm running away because... I don't want to be stuck inside all the time anymore. They... my parents, that is.... won't let me go out at all. They say I'm... different." She began to wring her hands, merely to give her hands something to do. "I can do things that 'normal' people can't do, you see." She did the air quotes in the air around the word "normal."
So he said 'hell.' Since when was that a bad word? Honestly. And what was this malarky about being kept inside all the time? He was very intrigued, and had a small suspicion forming. He doubted that he'd meet one of those outside of the U.S. But still...the air quotes around 'normal' made him intrigued. He engaged the kickstand on the bike after pulling it off the road. Cautiously, he went and sat next to Kira.
"I've been told I'm abnormal too...not necessarily a bad thing to be...what is it you can do?" He seemed genuinely interested in hearing her tale. If nothing else, she seemed like she needed a friendly ear.
"Well..." Kira sucked on her lip again, looking at DC out of the corner of her eyes. "You promise you won't tell anyone?" Without even waiting for his response, she began to tell him; she was just so eager to finally tell someone, anyone, about what she could do and not have them hate her for it. She hoped he wouldn't, anyway, but if people called him abnormal too... maybe he wouldn't.
"I can do all sorts of things.... like, move things without touching them, and find things when I've lost them... I mean, other people can do that, but I can do it when it's something someone else lost, like I can smell it or something...." She tilted her head back, trying to think of other things. "I know what animals are saying, almost... I can't speak to them, really, but I understand them..."
She almost wanted to stop there, but she decided to go all out and tell this odd boy everything. "Sometimes, bad things happen, too... I've broken windows and accidentally hurt people when I was really mad... Have you ever done that, DC?"
DC nodded as he thought about the Incident in Fifth Grade.
"Yeah...when I was in school, this kid was making fun of me because my parents don't live together...I didn't touch him, but....it was like he was pushed backwards out the window. He was okay, scared nearly to death, and I got in trouble, but I hadn't laid a hand on him."
She was describing symptoms of magic. Oh dear God in Heaven a muggleborn. Oh dear God. This was dangerous.
DC kept his face neutral while he tried to decide what to do with her.
"Really? Your parents don't live together? Why?" Kira tilted her head, trying to puzzle this out. Finally, she decided to quit this and return to the conversation. "Anyway.... what was I going to say? Oh, yes... that sounds like it must've hurt... for you and the boy, I mean. I don't like it when I do things like that, but sometimes I still do, even though a practice not doing it. Do you ever practice? I think I would get punished, if my parents knew, but..."
She suddenly looked much more fierce, like an actual young woman with a strong character, and not so much like a lost little girl. "I'm not there anymore, am I? And I don't have to go back ever again, if I don't want to...." She grabbed DC's hand on an impulse, her eyes almost pleading. "I don't have to, do I?" She suddenly realized she was holding his hand and flushed a deep red. It felt very nice, though, she thought. "I'm sorry.... your hand is very warm, did you know that?"
"As a matter of fact, I did know that...comes with being a person, you know...And my parents hate each other...mom thinks she's better than dad, so...its awkward. And as far as practice...lady...i go to school to learn more of this sh-....stuff."
If she was squeamish at hell, she'd not like shit. Or damn. Or any other swear he frequently used. Sad. So this girl was a muggleborn, and locked away because her parents had no idea what to do with her...DC was lucky that his mom hadn't had a similar idea. Still, he could use magic, so he wasn't a complete waste in his mother's eyes. Had he been a squib, however...he shuddered at the thought.
Kira, for what felt like the first time in entire life, laughed aloud; it sounded a little rusty, the pitch of it much lower than her usual voice. "That was really funny!" she told DC, "It's just that my hands are always cold...." She tapped their still-combined hands on the ground in a little rhythm. "But why does your mother think that way? I thought she was your mother.... don't parents usually like each other to have children? That's what my parents said... and books usually say that same thing..."
Her eyes widened as she realized what the last thing he'd said meant. "Wait.... there's a school that teaches you these things? Where?"
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