It was odd sitting in a plane, but her mother who was a muggle persuaded her to, since she couldn't do anything magical as she like to call it. The other odd thing was that it was surprisingly comfortable. She was use to flicking her wand and apparating to one place or another. It was still a new experience to her. Ellie couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that muggles did this most of the time, she was just as surprised at how much it cost for a plane ticket, not just one but multiple as she and her mother went to mutliple fashion capitals of the world for her new fashion lines debut. A quiet sigh passed through her nose, Ellie was thankful that it was inaudible to the person sitting next to her, as she remembered the multitude of clothing and models who had made their way down the catwalk, strutting the clothing of the fashion designers that muggle as well as some wizard journalists were effervescent and hyping over, before the show's date was even set. It was lovely, she would do that again in a heart beat if given the opportunity, but deep down her heart was longed for something more mundane, more domestic. She was on her way home.
The view outside her window didn't look different, it looked the same. It looked like home to her. She couldn't wait to get back in her bed, get a shower in her own house. The very thought mollified her. Giving off a shrill squeal that caused her neighbor to give a slight jump out of their set, she pressed her face against the glass. She wanted to know what was going on, what had she missed, if anything had changed at all. She had been away for too long in her mind. It was nice to finally be back in her home country.
The plane descended leveling out as the rubber of the tires skidded, bounced and rolled smoothly on the runway. Ellie had experienced better landings than that one, but she wasn't being picky this time around.
Home. The thought crossed her mind longingly. I'm here. I'm finally here.
The process of getting off was slower than getting on, waiting to get up and get her baggage. waiting for others to get off, waiting for her other baggage to come around. It felt too long, she was energized and jittery. She wanted to get out of there. In Her new designer clothing giving off a vintage feel, her heels clicking on the tile that transitioned to concrete. The air filled her lungs as she took in the city that she was away from for so long.
With a filling since, Home, flickered in her mind for the final moment as subtle as a gentle breeze.
by Ellie Burgess Sat Jun 07, 2014 1:35 am
