Kirstin Jonsdottir lives with mum and dad quite a distance from Hella, where cousin R贸sa and several other magic families - among those Grani's - live. Kirstin has no siblings, but cousin R贸sa is often visiting - or they visit her - so the two girls feel more like sisters than cousins. Jon and Sigurd, the father of R贸sa, are brothers. Kirstin's Mum and dad have one common all encompassing passion, the breeding and riding of Icelandic horses, and of course Kirstin knows all about horses and their ways. She is a slender girl with almost black, very curly hair. When she is happy, enthusiastic or curious - and this means very often - her curls bounces just as much as she.
Kirstin has always been aware of her magic, and flying and riding lessons went hand in hand in her early childhood.
Kirstin still vividly remembers the day she discovered that flying and magic was not a part of everybody's life.
Kirstin
and her mother had rode in their big car through Hella and all the way
to Hvolsv枚llur, the larger city. They now stood in a line in the
bookstore in Hella waiting to buy Kirstin's schoolbooks for the coming
year.
"Mom, Can I have the new Anders And (Donald Duck - the Danish edition was published in Iceland until late 1980es)?"
When mom said yes, Kirstin made the magazine fly through the air, light as a feather. She grabbed it when it came to her.
Mom paid the books and the magazine and quickly pulled Kirstin out of the shop. Normally she spent a while talking to the woman behind the counter while Kirstin perused the magazine.
Kirstin's mother pulled her into the car and rolled up the window, then she turned to Kirstin. "Don't you remember I have told you not to use magic where everybody can see it? Luckily the magazines were placed behind a big display of postcards. So I hope nobody but me saw that magazine flying through the air."
"I forgot, mom," Kirstin said. "But why is it so bad to just comfortably Fetch things instead of having to push between all those fat ladies and back again to pick them up?"
"Because most people can't do magic!" mom said. "And what they do not understand, in this case magic, makes them afraid and at the same time overly curious. They'll see you as a freak, You know like Uri Geller and ESP and that kind of hoaxes. Maybe they'll even want to abduct you and make money out of you."
"Well why don't you and the other moms just teach them then, same as you teach R贸sa, Josh, Grani and me?"
"Bless you my girl, but they cannot learn. Same as you cannot learn to live and breathe underwater like a fish. Some people - scratch it MOST people - cannot fly a broomstick or Fetch like we do."
"Oh, poor them." Kirstin sighed. "I promise to try and remember never ever do it again and make people sad."
"Mom, Can I have the new Anders And (Donald Duck - the Danish edition was published in Iceland until late 1980es)?"
When mom said yes, Kirstin made the magazine fly through the air, light as a feather. She grabbed it when it came to her.
Mom paid the books and the magazine and quickly pulled Kirstin out of the shop. Normally she spent a while talking to the woman behind the counter while Kirstin perused the magazine.
Kirstin's mother pulled her into the car and rolled up the window, then she turned to Kirstin. "Don't you remember I have told you not to use magic where everybody can see it? Luckily the magazines were placed behind a big display of postcards. So I hope nobody but me saw that magazine flying through the air."
"I forgot, mom," Kirstin said. "But why is it so bad to just comfortably Fetch things instead of having to push between all those fat ladies and back again to pick them up?"
"Because most people can't do magic!" mom said. "And what they do not understand, in this case magic, makes them afraid and at the same time overly curious. They'll see you as a freak, You know like Uri Geller and ESP and that kind of hoaxes. Maybe they'll even want to abduct you and make money out of you."
"Well why don't you and the other moms just teach them then, same as you teach R贸sa, Josh, Grani and me?"
"Bless you my girl, but they cannot learn. Same as you cannot learn to live and breathe underwater like a fish. Some people - scratch it MOST people - cannot fly a broomstick or Fetch like we do."
"Oh, poor them." Kirstin sighed. "I promise to try and remember never ever do it again and make people sad."
Kirstin is exactly two months older than her cousin R贸sa, the is 11 years old when first we meet them the first day, when the green and blue apprentices have their wands sung.
Kirstin wields a wand made of chestnut emitting jet black sparks.
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