Firelight danced off of star and moon covered cloth, highlighting the purples and blues. A shadow ran across a few shining sparkles—floating along as if pulled by an unknown force. A light glow flashed by, and then, it was gone.
A girl, no more than 13 years, swung her orange and blue striped legs. She giggled and laughed, her eyes glittering with excitement, her hair bouncing all around her. One hand gripped a broom, just barely hovering over the carpet, avoiding a half-eaten bowl of cookies. The other was in the air—waving around—holding a long, brown wooden stick.
Two brown shoes, their toes curled upward in a spiral, walked on air and hopped onto her still swinging feet. Gold light followed and died, its job done.
The girl grabbed the handle of the broom tighter. She swirled in midair, spinning and giggling, the broom slicing through the air and swaying the pages of nearby open books. A few bottles of strange colored liquid tilted for a moment, and were silent. The ringing bells of innocent laughter seemed to cover the room, everything else utterly silent.
Golden light blanketed a long black coat, picking it up and lightly swaying over to the girl. Her arms floated through into the arm holes and her hands pulled out her long brown hair, letting it curl and bounce outward. The coat seemed to flutter, as if alive, but settled down over her thin shoulders—her short pink shirt barely peeking out underneath.
The yellow moon on her shirt thudded over her chest. Her breath quivered, blood pumped through her veins, her shoulders shaking. She grabbed the side of her purple skirt, wrinkling the fabric. The large gold buckle around her waist gleamed against the black belt—
Her voice rang through the silence.
“FINALLY! I’M GOING! I’M FINALLY GOING!”
A large purple witch’s hat, covered in crudely drawn stars, and an overly curled tip with a yellow moon hanging off the end, twitched. It jumped up, flying over the candles, books, and potions—landing on her head. Her ensemble was complete, and the various packed bags sitting next to the pink and purple bunk bed sat, waiting, watching.
She laughed, raising her hands into the air and kicking her legs back and forth. Her coat waved all around her, creating an odd halo effect in the firelight. She leaned her head back and back flipped on the broom, momentarily spinning backwards, upside down, side to side, before stopping. Her form was still for a moment; one long, short, moment, contemplating something. All is quiet. And then—
Battie Loona flew into the nearby wall, her form creating a rippling effect on the design, one that looked suspiciously like a landscape. A small castle in the far back, a forest surrounding, and the sun actually seeming to set down behind the painted trees—
“MONSTER SCHOOL, HERE I COME!”