The discovery of her magic was something that had opened Susan to a much wider world than she thought she would ever have access to. Money would buy her way to a lot of places, but magic. Magic would make the impossible happen. She grew up not wanting for anything, but the flip side of that was that she had everything planned out for her. What school she was going to, what clubs and societies she would be part of, and as she got older, what boys she might possibly start dating.
Her letter from Tallygarunga sort of ruined all of that, and Susan was absolutely delighted. She was far too curious for her parents liking and this school only encouraged her, much to her parents dismay. It only took two years for Susan to figure out that she would much rather be at school than with her family.
Her love for the school, and for magic helped her succeed in her classes so long as they did not involve her wand. It frustrated her to no end that she was not as successful as her classmates. She was doing everything right. Her wand motions were precise. The words correct with emphasis in all of the right places, yet her results were dismal. She eventually played it off as the result of exhaustion, as she was constantly tired, even after a full eight hours of sleep. That was not the case though, and it worried her.
A night, her dreams were odd. They did not feel like her own, and so she did what she knew best to do. She kept a journal with meticulous notes, and she spent more time in the library than her classmates. She was a familiar face with the librarian, who thought her requests were odd, but directed her to books that might contain references to dreaming.
Casual conversation with her friends and housemates revealed that Susan was often a person in their dreams. Not just a feeling or impression of her. Not a body with a face that was never quite right, but definitely Susan and no one else. That year, when she was 14, a trip to the library at VMU she found something that eased her mind and confirmed what she only had a vague notion of. Dreamwalking was a rare occurrence, and not often recorded or spoken about, but at least she had something to go off of.
It got better after that. With a name to it. A realization that she had control over it, she was able to rest more by not wandering. It was not the same as sleeping, but she would wake up feeling more well rested than she had in years. And for the first time, she was not struggling to cast spells.
Susans fifth year was better than she could have hoped for. She was excited to study more subjects. Excited for trying out for the house quidditch team.She was excited about that little kitten in the pet-store window in Narrie. And because Susan had grown up spoiled by most standards, and had an allowance given to her before she left for school for the year, she got the cat and named the small fluffy thing Frey, which very quickly became a large fluffy thing.
She was so hopeful, and so excited when she returned to her parents home that summer. By then, Susan was under no illusions that her parents considered her run at Tallygarunga a phase. They entertained her fantasies in the hopes that she would be compliant to their wishes in the summer and when she graduated. They were in Melbourne having lunch with another affluent family. A boy around her age was there as well. He tried to talk to Susan awkwardly, and she noticed their mothers chattering happily, casting glances at them. This was not going to be her future, and she wouldn’t sit and watch it happen.
Susan doesn’t talk much about what happened, other than she left her parents and Brother in Melbourne three days before Christmas. She grabbed a cab into Narrie to find Alan Burdett. He would be able to point her in the right direction, but the fact of the matter was, staying with her mother and father was not good for her.
She stayed with the Burdetts that summer, and Laurie and Marie took care of her. Had her help around the farm (which she was opposed to at first as waking up before dawn was the last thing she wanted to do), and welcomed her into their home. The transition was rough for Susan, who would have much rather have been on her own, but that changed quickly. She quickly grew to like the farm, and the people that treated her more like family than she thought possible. Paperwork was finalized before her 6th year started and she would be staying with the Burdetts will she was 18. And it was the last time she had spoken to her mother and father as she returned just once to the house she grew up in to retrieve what she could fit into a trunk and did not look back.
Finding this new family was more that Susan could have ever hoped for. She had fully believed that if she did manage to graduate, no one would have been there to watch her. But there were, and she cried happily, her heart swelling with pride. She was encourage to go to university, if that was what she wanted to do, or if she wanted to do anything else, that was okay. Whatever made her happy, was what was good.