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Chapter 1 : A Introduction of Sorts
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My parents never told me how I became blind.
I suppose I was just born this way. And to be honest, I hate it.
I hate how it makes me “interesting".
I hate how I can hear people whispering about me in the corridors.
I hate how I can’t see the beautiful ceiling of the Great Hall.
And the worst thing is that I don’t really even know what I look like.
People tell me that I have dark red hair with a soft splash of freckles across my nose. My eyes have a milky look to them making them look eerily grey. On good days, people tell me my eyes look like hazel and a little green. But honestly, what difference does it make to me? Damn, I wish I knew what colour looked like.
They told me I was the first blind witch. I’m supposed to feel honored, but why should I? I can’t read the damn textbooks. Instead I have a spell. With a flick of my wand, the books read to me. In my head. Scared me the first couple times. Plus people always treated me like a freak. But luckily for me, they got tired of teasing me. And now I’m pretty much a loner.
I get around Hogwarts using my extremely complicated system of counting my steps. 328 steps to Transfiguration from the Great Hall. 985 steps to Gryffindor Tower from the Great Hall. You get my drift.
I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me introduce myself. My name is Isa Marksmen and I’m a sixth year Gryffindor at Hogwarts.
I have an older brother, Mason, who is studying to be a healer. The golden boy of my family. The Mr. Perfect.
Well, I digress. I also have one younger sister, Taylor. She is, in reality, is my best friend. It’s easy to understand why. She snaps at people for making fun of me and walks me to classes on the first day until I learned step count. She’s there for me.
I guess the one upside to being blind is that I don’t have to do essays. From what I’ve heard, writing essays is a load of hippogriff shit. I just listen to a book and give an oral presentation to the professor. I take my final exams in a separate room as an oral test. I took my OWLs the same way.
The train and carriage ride is always bad. I let Taylor sit with her friends. I feel bad because she always seems to be babysitting me, and I just want her to have fun. I find a compartment by myself and sit in there listening to my book. The woman from the trolley has stopped asking me if I wanted any food because I would shake my head and not say anything back. During meals, I sit at the very end by myself. Taylor is at the Ravenclaw table and so I sit alone among the Gryffindors in silence staring blankly downwards.
And don't ask me why I'm in Gryffindor. I have no idea. I'm not courageous because I am too scared to talk to anyone let alone become friends with them. But, like most people say, I guess the Sorting Hat saw something in me that I can’t see for myself. Er—metaphorically of course.
Besides Taylor and my quill, I lead a very lonely life. But, don’t worry, I like being alone. Sometimes. I really want nothing more than to have actual friends. Or go to Hogsmeade and not end up sitting alone at the Three Broomsticks. Maybe, life will be a little less bland for me this year. Maybe people will stop ignoring me and see past the fact that I can’t see them.
“Hello,” said a new voice. “I am your new Transfiguration teacher this year. My name is Professor Captrain. Professor Balkin has decided to retire early and move to America. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know.”
He walked around the room looking at each of the students. He paused shocked to see a girl with eyes fogged over.
“Er—Professor?” a girl asked.
“She decided to retire early in November? Forgive me, but it seems a bit odd,” she said shyly. Forgive me? What is she from the 1600s?
“Yes, well, I am unaware of Professor Balkin’s motivation for moving, so—”
“Does it have to do with the fact I let a Turnsnatch loose in her room?” a boy asked waving his hand rapidly in the air. Freddie Weasley, Isa thought. His dark haired friend laughed, turned, high-fived him. Typical Wotters.
Captrain sighed. “I don’t know,” he answered obviously annoyed. He was still walking around and he stopped abruptly next to the foggy eyed girl. “You,” he said tapping his hand on a book, “What’s you name?”
I really hope he isn’t talking to me. I’m just going to assume he isn’t. I’ve been in far too many awkward ‘oh you weren’t talking to me? I didn’t realize that because I’m blind and you didn’t make any indication of who you are talking to’ situations to speak up.
Isa continued to look straight ahead of herself and slumped lower in her seat.
“You,” he said more forcefully. “What’s your name?”
“She doesn’t know you’re talking to her,” Kate Reedly said next to Isa. “She’s blind.” Kate was nice. She was in Isa’s year and shared a dorm with her. But because of Isa’s preference towards solitude, they had never talked much before.
“Blind means she can’t see. Her ears are fully functioning though.”
All right. I hate this guy.
“Isa Marksmen,” Isa said in a quiet voice.
“She speaks!” cried the shocked voice of Freddie Weasley followed by classmates laughing.
“Isa Marksmen?” Captrain asked ignoring Freddie.
“Well Miss Marksmen, your disability does not put you in at an advantage in this class. Understand?”
“But, sir. There are certain things I will not be able to do—” Not wanting to start off on the wrong foot with the new teacher, she stopped herself before she could finish that sentence.
“Well you’ll have to find someway to accomplish these impossible feats. Such as cleaning up your desk or writing your essays,” he said coldly.
“I don’t know how to write,” Isa said in a small voice.
“You don’t?” Several students laughed quietly.
This guy is truly incredible. “No sir!” Isa said in a surprisingly loud voice. She leaned forward and was hunched over her desk. She turned my heads towards him. “I’m blind! I’ve been blind my entire life. I don’t know how to write! I can’t even see parchment, how do you expect me to write an essay?”
It was quiet for a few moments. He was staring dumbstruck at her eyes, unsure of what to say after seeing them so close for the first time. “Right,” Captrain said. Isa let out a sigh of relief and turned back to the front. I guess he wasn’t going to be an inconsiderate bastard.
Class proceeded. The Nice Notes quill scratching endlessly as Captrain droned on about the year’s objectives and how it will be different.
Captrain dismissed the class and Isa flicked her wand lazily causing her books and quill to shove themselves into her bag. She groaned inwardly as she thought about the 1,076 steps to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Defense was a hard class, but Isa had gotten good at relying on sound as her guide. She listened closely to where her dueler is. People didn’t expect her to be a good dueler, but she really was. Plus Professor Bruster understood when she reached her limit.
Walking down the hallway, the first years were staring relentlessly at Isa. Being blind was not common, but she hated being stared at. She sighed and continued walking. After a few minutes, she felt someone start walking next to her.
“Who are you and what do you want?” Isa asked annoyed that they hadn’t bothered to say anything. 720
“Oh—sorry.” Kate. “It’s Kate. I just wanted to see if you were ok.”
“Me? Oh I’m fine. I get the whole ‘don’t let being blind stop you’ thing all the time. I get it four times on the way to the Hogwarts Express.”
Kate laughed. “I would believe that.” 812
“Plus I doubt he’s ever been around someone who is blind. So he probably might have not known.”
“It’s just weird that he singled you out.”
“I guess so.” 837
“Listen I’m sorry that we’ve never really talked. I feel bad,” Kate said.
Isa was silent for a second then she smiled, “Don’t worry about it. We have plenty of time to talk this year and next year.” She took a chance; Isa wanted to see if Kate wanted to talked to her. I’m taking an active role to make sure this year isn’t horrid.
“Really?” Isa could hear the smile and hopefulness in Kate’s voice. “That would be great! I’ve honestly just been kind of scared to talk to you since you are always by yourself and never making any effort to talk to anyone. I thought you hated people!”
Isa laughed. “No I don’t. It’s just kind of hard for me to connect with people, you know?” It was quiet. She didn’t know if Kate was nodding or not. “Rule number one of being around me: nodding or shaking your head won’t work as proper communication.”
“Oh, sorry. I can see why it would be hard.” 988 “I just hope we can be friends. Or at least know something about each other! We’ve lived in the same dorm for 6 years and I think I only know your name,” she said laughing awkwardly.
“New friend November,” Isa said smiling. 1,010
“Yes! So is Isa short for anything?” Kate asked happily.
"Well it's nice to finally get to know you Isabelle," she said smiling. Isa smiled back at her.
Kate spent the rest of the time chatting happily, filling Isa in with every detail of her life. This year will be better. I can tell already.
A/N: Please tell me what you think! It's a new story and I want to know if I'm doing a good job! R + R :)
Just a few things. Everything in italics is what Isa is thinking and the numbers are her counting her steps to her next class if you were wondering what they were
Oh and her name is pronounced E-SAH not IS-AH
Any characters you recognize are property of JKR!
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