Post by Indigo Noble on Apr 8, 2013 16:27:47 GMT -5
"I'm so excited! Our little Indigo is going to be a college man!"
"Mom," Indigo complained, though as quietly as he could lest they be overheard. "Stop gushing, it's no big deal." Well, not for the reason that had her so excited. Not at the moment, anyway. He looked as far down the path as he could, but stayed put. Someone from the school was supposed to come meet them and show them around, and though his parents had dragged him here half an hour early, it was actually almost time.
"It's a very big deal," his dad said. "We knew you'd make the right choice in the end." The man was tallish, slender with shortly-cropped salt-and-pepper hair more salt than anything. He was wearing khaki slacks, a brown leather belt and matching shoes, and a button-up shirt with a red-and-gold tie. Indigo was sure that there wasn't anyone more obviously a Muggle (and a Gryffindor fan) on the entire island. Or in the neighboring town.
His mom had dark blonde hair which came out of a box and was wearing a red sheath dress with minimal gold jewelry. Soft curls framed her face as she stood a few inches below Indigo's height, beaming up at him. "Your father had hoped that you'd go to Westfield State—well, we both did—but we're just so glad that you won't miss out!"
"College was an experience," his dad said, and Indigo nearly groaned at the wistful look the two shared.
"Yeah, best days of your life," Indigo said. "Got it."
"A foundation for the best days," his father corrected. "You learn a lot more in college than the professors teach you."
"And you've found one that fits you," his mother added. She glanced at his dad, then began digging in her purse; today it was a brown one that matched his father's shoes. Did they do things like that on purpose, or were they really just in tune with each other? Either way, it was weird. "Ah, here it is!" She offered him something that was poorly hidden in her hand, grinning all the way.
A smartphone.
"Yes! Oh my god, thank you!" Indigo gave his mom a huge hug, then pulled back to look at his new tech as she pulled out the user manual.
"It's an HTC One with... jelly bean?" She didn't sound at all sure about that, but tried to list off what she could remember of the features. After a few failed attempts, she just handed over the manual, which Indigo stuffed into his back pocket without a glance. He was already poking and sliding against the screen to figure it out himself.
"It's already hooked up, it should be working," his dad said. "We'll need your old phone back." Indigo continued to poke away with his right thumb as his left hand slid his flip phone out. He forked it over without so much as a moment of parting.
"Looks like we got the right one," his mom said. "Your friend is joining us, isn't he? Jory, I really like that name. And you said he'd be graduating from Hogwarts this year?"
"He's already left," Indigo said absently. "He's been a teaching assistant, but it's not really what he wanted to do. He heard about this place from someone else."
"What does he look like?" his mother asked curiously. Indigo picked up his head at the tone of her voice and looked down the path again.
"He looks like that," Indigo said. And here he was with absolutely no guyliner, in black slacks and a white button-up shirt. His top button was popped and he'd escaped wearing a tie, but his parents had insisted that he impress the school, even if there was a year before he could attend.
"Mom," Indigo complained, though as quietly as he could lest they be overheard. "Stop gushing, it's no big deal." Well, not for the reason that had her so excited. Not at the moment, anyway. He looked as far down the path as he could, but stayed put. Someone from the school was supposed to come meet them and show them around, and though his parents had dragged him here half an hour early, it was actually almost time.
"It's a very big deal," his dad said. "We knew you'd make the right choice in the end." The man was tallish, slender with shortly-cropped salt-and-pepper hair more salt than anything. He was wearing khaki slacks, a brown leather belt and matching shoes, and a button-up shirt with a red-and-gold tie. Indigo was sure that there wasn't anyone more obviously a Muggle (and a Gryffindor fan) on the entire island. Or in the neighboring town.
His mom had dark blonde hair which came out of a box and was wearing a red sheath dress with minimal gold jewelry. Soft curls framed her face as she stood a few inches below Indigo's height, beaming up at him. "Your father had hoped that you'd go to Westfield State—well, we both did—but we're just so glad that you won't miss out!"
"College was an experience," his dad said, and Indigo nearly groaned at the wistful look the two shared.
"Yeah, best days of your life," Indigo said. "Got it."
"A foundation for the best days," his father corrected. "You learn a lot more in college than the professors teach you."
"And you've found one that fits you," his mother added. She glanced at his dad, then began digging in her purse; today it was a brown one that matched his father's shoes. Did they do things like that on purpose, or were they really just in tune with each other? Either way, it was weird. "Ah, here it is!" She offered him something that was poorly hidden in her hand, grinning all the way.
A smartphone.
"Yes! Oh my god, thank you!" Indigo gave his mom a huge hug, then pulled back to look at his new tech as she pulled out the user manual.
"It's an HTC One with... jelly bean?" She didn't sound at all sure about that, but tried to list off what she could remember of the features. After a few failed attempts, she just handed over the manual, which Indigo stuffed into his back pocket without a glance. He was already poking and sliding against the screen to figure it out himself.
"It's already hooked up, it should be working," his dad said. "We'll need your old phone back." Indigo continued to poke away with his right thumb as his left hand slid his flip phone out. He forked it over without so much as a moment of parting.
"Looks like we got the right one," his mom said. "Your friend is joining us, isn't he? Jory, I really like that name. And you said he'd be graduating from Hogwarts this year?"
"He's already left," Indigo said absently. "He's been a teaching assistant, but it's not really what he wanted to do. He heard about this place from someone else."
"What does he look like?" his mother asked curiously. Indigo picked up his head at the tone of her voice and looked down the path again.
"He looks like that," Indigo said. And here he was with absolutely no guyliner, in black slacks and a white button-up shirt. His top button was popped and he'd escaped wearing a tie, but his parents had insisted that he impress the school, even if there was a year before he could attend.