...She knew it was early. But she was homesick already. And... this felt like a good way to combat it. Quell some suspicions maybe. Tackle some of the worries that were going on in her brain at the moment.

Derry walked up to the Muggle Studies classroom and walked into the technology centre, taking an odd kind of comfort in being surrounded by muggle stuff. She loved being magic... but it was comforting that the muggle world was out there or something. Anyway... phone.

She sat down next to one of the corded phones, somewhere in the corner of the room, and pulled her knees up to her chest. Right... just one phonecall and it'd be a little better, yeah? Yeah... ..... Unless they were busy... What if he worried and tried to bring her home? ... Would she really protest much..? Probably not. Eh.

Stop panicking and dial... ... Derry punched in the numbers and held the phone to her ear, chewing on a loose thread in the sleeve of her jumper. ...

Ring... ring... ring... click

"Hi dad..."

... It even made her feel better just to hear his voice.