Who: Michelle Campbell Wright (narrative) What: Turning seventeen and testing her magical ability When: February 15 Where: Trafalgar Square Rating: G
Michelle chewed her nails nervously as she sat on the tube on the way to Trafalgar Square. She'd been seventeen for either sixteen hours or forty minutes, depending on whether it counted at midnight or at the time of her birth, but either way, she was now securely in the "of age" category when it came to wizardkind. She'd wanted to wait until after 3:14 pm just in case it was the latter, and she'd sat in the lobby of her current hostel, watching some mindless garbage on the telly until she was sure.
After the show she was watching revealed that he was, in fact, the father, she grabbed her bag, checking one more time to make sure her wand was there, and walked to the tube station. Going somewhere highly populated was the plan, as she thought that if for some reason they still had the trace, or they they had a new trace on muggleborns, or she ran into any other trouble, the muggles around would buy her at least a little time if she needed to run away. Based on what she'd read in the issue of the Prophet that she'd managed to steal a few weeks back she didn't think it would be an issue, but she wanted to have a backup, just in case. She just hoped that if anything happened, no innocent muggles would get hurt.
Exiting at the Charring Cross station, Michelle did her best to keep a keen eye out without looking suspicious. She followed the crowd into the square, a little disappointed to see it was less busy than it had been when she'd visited this summer, though she supposed that made sense, as it was the middle of February. Parking herself on the stairs leading to the National Gallery, she reached into her bag for her wand, her stomach in knots. She knew that she'd need an easy charm, as it would be the first spell she'd have cast since leaving school the previous year, so she'd decided on one that, when done in her bag, would be inconspicuous enough.
Taking a deep breath, she opened her bag enough to see into it, and quietly muttered "Lumos." The tip of her wand lit up inside the bag and Michelle glanced around before quietly muttering "Nox." Then she waited. It took a full minute for her heart to stop pounding, and another five for her to unclench her hand from her wand, sure that she wasn't being tracked. She finally let out a relieved sigh, and released the wand, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
The trace was gone. She wasn't being tracked. Now it was time to re-learn some magic, and figure out what the hell was going on in the wizarding world.