People never expected much out of Little Mindy. She was terrible slow at her wandwork, her fingers fumbling at nearly every step most days. Her wand as a youth had been thick as a fat thumb, because she’d broken three ‘dainty, delicate’ ones in her first year. She was uncoordinated, unkempt, and honestly a little hard to love.
But she was doggedly determined. Desperately diligent- the hardest things, the impossible things, were the things she pushed against so hard. She would find herself exhausted and in tears most days. Passed out in the middle of her room, only to wake up the next day with the end of her last spell already at her lips, her wand ready to crackle to life with her first moments.
Her father was a successful man. An outspoken and marvelous man who got his way by virtue of his impressive vocabulary and even more impressive work ethic. Her father never stopped working, not even on Sunday. She wouldn’t dare let him down!
Her mother was a successful woman. Beautiful and brilliant, with the social grace of a swan and twice the charm. Her parties and soirées and get-togethers brought the most prestigious witches and wizards from around the world, and between the two of them, Toomey Tunics and Ties was the hottest American brand around.
But nobody expected Little Mindy to have that drive. She was the silver-spoonfed child. The Great Disappointment, even from the beginning. She didn’t learn to walk until almost two. Had a terrible stutter in Elementary school- her mind was too unfocused, her head always swiveling after every little thing. She didn’t keep her hair brushed. Her clothes in order. There was never any time for those things.
Those things were things she’d inherited.
Nothing that people gave her was acceptable. She’d come to resent anything she didn’t specifically earn Anything that came easy. From her earliest memories, it was the things she didn’t have that were alluring.
Fast forward ten years. Graduation, with a full-ride scholarship from Toomey Tunics and Ties- from her father and the Board of Trustees. A celebration party of Titanic proportions headed by her mother. Celebrities were invited. Elbows to be rubbed. Behinds to be kissed.
She’d announced her decision to study abroad- with the Yankunytjatjara dream-walkers in Australia. Not one red cent would she accept from any of the party-goers. Not one! It had been scandalous, and Little Mindy had once again shown she was not going places in this world.
They had been an eye-opening experience. They showed her changes she’d never even imagined, in directions and with intentions she’d never even dreamed. After almost two full years in the bush, she returned to ‘civilization’ a new woman. Ready. Willing. Able.
Little Mindy fell behind almost immediately, so caught up in her newfound freedoms and feelings that she fell headlong into every snare imaginable. An affair with a professor. A night in a no-maj jail. A victim of her own naivete. If not for her old ways- her stubborn pursuit of what she didn’t have, she might have ended up Little Mindy forever.
She recovered. She sailed through. On the day she graduated college, the speaker (an Alum of Hogwarts) had made it clear that it was unlikely that any of them would wind up in such a prestigious place. It was an impossible dream.
That was all it took.