Sample post from Mathilde's application because I'm too lazy to make up a creative title today The weather was completely miserable. Mathilde was completely miserable. Neither of these things were particularly unique. The constant grey skies and misty air of the Pacific Northwest seemed to emulate the moody eleven year old more and more with each passing day. There was a time that Mathilde had been bubbly and really sunshiney. She still acted like that around her family--she didn't want them to know how unhappy she was.
But she was yearning to go to Sonora and learn things, yearning to get away from their tiny little town where everyone knew each other and she and her brothers were those weird kids who lived out in an isolated cabin with their parents away from everyone, a cabin that no one at school wanted to go to because it was said to be haunted by the spirit of a dead witch. Mathilde knew these things to be untrue--her parents had built that cabin themselves and as for witches, while they were real, certainly none had died there! They were all magical, her whole family, but they were all also very much alive.
She sighed, her breath fogging up the glass window pane in front of her and watched as the grey retreated, turning into condensation against the cold surface. Staying inside on days like this was boring, but Hugo was sick and since she was now eleven, that meant she was old enough to keep an eye on the stove while Mama took him to the doctor's. Daddy and Lukas were in the workshop and she could see the light glowing from where she sat , face nearly pressed against the glass. It wasn't fair.
The smell of something burning startled her and she jumped up, running over to the stove to pull out the mess of buns for that night's dinner. Mama was going to be soooo mad! Mathilde huffed and crossed her arms impatiently. Hugo messed everything up--if he hadn't gone and gotten sick then Mathilde would have been free to play and Mama would have been cooking and there wouldn't have been anything for her to accidentally but maybe subconsciously on purpose burn. Was there a spell for un-burning things? She didn't have a wand and she wasn't technically allowed to perform magic just yet, but maybe if she found a spell she could trick Daddy into letting her borrow his?
Eyes alight at this new idea, Mathilde ran off the bookshelves in the living room, leaving the smoking oven door open and the burnt buns on the kitchen table, not even considering the idea of just making some more as Mama had left the recipe book out on the counter and it was a relatively simple recipe to follow and one she had made on occasion before over the holiday when Mama was particularly slammed and everyone was home plus Tobi's special friend with the red hair that Mathilde hated.