Wynne had slept in her Aunt's little home in Pallet Town countless times during her life. It was as easy and natural as sleeping in her own bed at home, sometimes more so. Last night, though, she'd lain awake for hours beside her peacefully sleeping cousins, imaging the day that lay before her. In her mind, she woke up the next morning, walked straight into the Professor's lab, and was granted the very first pokédex. From there, she took the first steps on the great adventure of her life.

Her imagined scenario had [i]not[/i] included waiting. She hated waiting.

It was her own fault. Staying up late worrying made her sleep in past her normal absurdly early wake up time, and rushing to make up for it would make her look entirely too eager. So now, here she was. If she was lucky, she'd make it in with the third group of people. She was close enough to the front of the line that places were being held a little more rigidly, but there were just enough people ahead that she couldn't tell exactly how many from a cursory glance.

Stephen had turned up not long after her, and now wasn't standing too far away in the crowd. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, though she scaled it back quickly and acknowledged him with only a nod. [i]I'm not excited that he's going to be going on a journey, too,[/i] she reasoned mentally with herself, [i]It's just kinda cool. For him.[/i] She'd averted her eyes after that. Eventually she turned her face to the sun, closing her eyes to let the warmth hit her face. Was it a good omen that the her journey was starting on such a pleasant day? [i]Omen? How stupid.[/i] But a tiny part of her still thought so, anyway.

Plenty of people were talking amongst themselves to pass the time. A few battles had even broken out. They were keeping it tame, probably because of their proximity to the crowd. All of that noise combined to form an eager hum that drowned out most individual voices, excepting only those closest to you, unless you made the effort to pick them out. Wynne didn't bother; these people didn't matter. Her disinterested demeanor was genuine in that regard, at least. These strangers weren't even a blip on her radar when the start of the rest of her life was just beyond those doors and [i]why[/i] was the Professor taking so long?

Wynne casually shifted her weight from one leg to the other, barely able to keep her growing impatience from showing on her face. One of the few people she did notice was the boy, about her own age, going around and interacting with other people and their pokémon. He nearly pet Jim; she could have told him that that would be a bad idea. The boy paid no mind to her, because Charmander was in her ball. Once his attention turned from Stephen, she lost interest, and turned her attention to the first group being allowed in. 

Wynne [i]really[/i] hated waiting.