<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Astrid Henrietta Bishop<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside North Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Any<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Astrid grinned as she all but burst out of the Castle's doors and flew across the grounds to stand outside the North Tower. As good as it was to visit with her parents over the summer, the University had, for now, become her home. It was where she longed to be when she wasn't, and where she felt the most content when she was. Here she could learn and grow, study magics her parents had never even heard of and delve into her own desires for her magic without fear or the pressing need to be doing something constructive with her life. She considered her studies to<em>BE</em>something constructive and while her parents agreed with her, it had been made clear to her over the summer that many of their friends, and parts of her family, did not.<br/><br/>Her own Grandmother had lectured her, almost endlessly, until she'd mixed her a potion to help with the older woman's arthritis that was better than anything her Grandmother had been able to brew herself. The lectures had stopped when the older woman realized that she'd been listening to Astrid expound on her studies, with complete fascination, for over an hour without interrupting the younger Bishop once!<br/><br/>Now she was back and she smiled as she let the cool breeze blow over her, her golden curls dancing around her and gleaming in the sun. With a sudden laugh the petite blonde sudden shrank and shifted and a small brown bird, remarkable only for the black, crescent-shaped marking where the tail feathers joined her body (an nearly exactly replica for a birth mark at the small of Astrid's back) drifted into the air, chittering softly in clear delight as it began to circle the Castle.<br/><br/>While certainly old enough to use her magic on her summer breaks, she rarely bothered to change into her Sparrow shape while at home. The scenery she enjoyed flying over so much at the University, wasn't nearly so remarkable back home. Looking out over the University she smiled in her mind, enjoying the feel of the wind through her feathers, delighting in the lift and drop of the wind currents. She flew until her wings grew tired before circling 'round and landing almost exactly where she'd started from, the small bird once more growing into the young blonde with a delighted grin on her lips.