When a flame a deeper blue than her eyes suddenly erupted out of nowhere into Roland's hand, Lystra gasped and leaned forward, scooting to the edge of her seat as she stared in awe at the sight before her. A moment later a glass jar formed around the small flame and he'd placed it beside her.
"You just... conjured!" she said in disbelief, staring at the small jar on her seat. Not only had he easily created fire from thin air, he'd done so without uttering a word. That meant that, just like her, he was capable of using non-verbal magic. Immediately she felt horrible for thinking this guy was just like all the others...
Average.
"Those that can can fully master the principles of Transfiguration, are the ones who are opening a door to a realm of many many different possibilities. Some of the most influential Witches and Wizards were experts in the field of Transfiguration, some even more so were legends. To master such a complicated field is to create new worlds, better worlds, more... beautiful worlds."It was becoming clear to her that Roland, whoever he was, was someone who was just as passionate about magic as she was, and it surprised her to some extent. While she'd made no prior assumptions about what his character was like, she least expected him to be someone who was an intellectual like herself. The type of magic she specialized in was one of the hardest to master, and even adult wizards had trouble with it. Lystra was pleasantly surprised to have met someone who shared a similar interest to her, and even better, he seemed... easier to talk to. Before she was able to gather her thoughts, he spoke again.
"I must go prepare myself for the impending arrival, I have been given a set of school Robes, I am in Ravenclaw if I remember correctly so I better go get them. I would be glad to train with you if we meet up again, always enjoy someone else with a passion for Transfiguration. An please keep that blue flame as a present for letting me sit with you, it will never go out, it is tied to me so as long as I am here that flame will be too.""Oh..." was all the could mumble as she reached for the jar and picked it up. The glass was warm to the touch and the flame flickered strongly within. She looked up towards the door again, prepared to thank him, but he was already gone.
And he didn't return for the remainder of the ride.
Lystra spent the remainder of her time in solitude reflecting on different things that passed through her mind, all the while holding the small jar firmly in her hands. The heat radiating off the flame seemed too intense for the size, but it was inexplainably comforting. She felt calm a she held it, and silently vowed to cherish the small item. No one other than her parents had ever given her a gift before. She made a mental note that the next time she ran into him, she'd properly think Roland for it.
Before she knew it, the train had come to a stop and it was time for her to exit along with the other students. Lystra would wait in her train compartment until the last minute however in an attempt to avoid being squished in the crowd. She ended up being one of the last to exit the train, and as soon as she did, she was suddenly uncomfortable being around so many people at once. As she went through the crowd, doing her best to avoid running into people, she paid the Thestrals no mind. She wasn't very fond of those creatures after learning what it meant that she could see them. Now, whenever she saw them, she was reminded of the reason why.
Someone bumped into her from behind and she stumbled forward suddenly, nearly falling over had she not quickly regained her balance. Immediately Lystra turned and gave a death glare to the little girl that had bumped into her.
"I'm so so sorry." she said in a small voice as she saw the anger in Lystra's eyes. She was about to tell the girl off when a taller one came up from behind her and apologized as well.
"Sorry about my sister. She's a first year here and is a little confused. Can you forgive her?" the girl said, nervously smiling.
"Just watch where you're going." she mumbled after looking between the two. She turned away from them then and started marching off in a different direction, wanting to get away from the crowd.
Lystra stopped just a few feet away from where the Thestrals were lined up and she glared at them, wishing she couldn't see them. Wishing instead that she'd had her little sister to look at rather than them. She hated being reminded that she'd lost her little sister years ago. Even if she'd accepted it and gotten through it with the help of her family, there were times when Lystra felt the pain in her heart for the little girl.
Little Lorelei...With a sigh, Lystra would pull out her wand and apparated to the front entrance of the school.