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Post by Teegan on May 22, 2018 19:51:12 GMT -5
Kaerdran Darrowson, R1 (after the sorting)
September the first had finally arrived, and Kaerdran's countdown finally ceased to exist. His eyes shot open around 4:36 that morning, and no matter how much he would reason with himself, there was no shutting them any more, besides the blinking. He could never stop himself from blinking. Who would even try to do that? He hadn't... Not that he'd admit to others, at least. He'd gotten better at not blinking when he tried, after losing so many staring contests with his pet cat, Sadie. He picked the small, grey cat up and gingerly set her into the cage his parents had bought him while on holiday in Peru. They claimed it had been hand-made by a South American Wizard that had put a powerful charm on the otherwise frail-looking, hand-carved wooden cage, in order to make it indestructible to help save the life of any pet placed inside, should something happen and it fall from a great height.
Kaerdran wasn't sure why he needed such a cage, but always found it best to just thank his parents instead of questioning their motives. Even at this young age, he knew the gifts were their way of showing they loved him, since they were gone for so long and often, and therefore had very little time to actually spend with their son.
Unfortunately, today was also one of those days.
As Kaer packed his things in his trunk, robes, books, cauldron, and a few extra sweets he had convinced his parents it was alright to take, he dragged the heavy box out of his room, where he nearly tumbled down the stairs before their maid, Ysolde, found him. "Oi, young master Kaerdran," she yelled, her cockney accent thick upon every word, "Yeh don' be scratchin' tha wood, lest yer parents 'ave a roight fit when they come 'ome!" She reached into the pockets of her apron and produced a small, beige wand of beechwood and flicked it at the trunk, which began to hover and drift lazily down the long, bannistered staircase. "Oi'll make sure tha' gets to tha cart, eh?" She chuckled softly before taking the boy's face in her hands, smiling brightly, bending a bit to make her face even with his. "Oi've dreamed o' this day fer eleven years, young master," she cooed. "Almos' feel loike Oi'm sendin' me own son to 'Ogwarts." She sighed heavily. "Now, you go ready up. Oi'm sure yew can't sleep anymore anyway, eh?" Kaerdran nodded vigorously as the older woman stood up. "Oi'll let 'Ammond know yer ready tah go, then. Per'aps 'e'll take tha scenic route tah London with yeh." She picked up the basket of linens she had been carrying and whisked away, following the trunk down the stairs.
After grabbing Sadie's cage, Kaerdran rushed downstairs and, without even thinking of breakfast, because who could eat at a time like this on a day as important as today was, jumped into the horse drawn carriage that was waiting out front of his home. Kaer turned before hopping in, and stared at the three-floored mansion he knew he would miss, and smiled faintly, almost sadly, at the thought of leaving. That thought, however, was quickly pushed out of his mind by the wonderful things awaiting him at Hogwarts, everything his parents and all his servants had told him about. He wasn't quite sure what he was most excited to see, learn, or do. After plopping his feline companion in his lap, he peered down at her. "I can't wait, Sadie," he started, "After all these years, finally getting to go to Hogwarts! Imagine all the things we'll do, all the things we'll see." He sighed. "I can't wait to be able to tell mother and father all we've done after this year is over."
Hammond, the driver, peered through the window at the young boy. "Talking to that cat again, I see," he laughed, petting the cat as he did. "I have a right mind to keep her here for the year to make sure you make some real friends. Human friends, Master Kaerdran," he jokingly threatened before hopping into the driver's seat.
The ride to King's Cross was uneventful, minus all the cars that had to drive around them on the highway into the city, and the bewildered look on the faces of the muggles that littered the station waiting for their own trains. From time to time, Kaer would see other children laden with some of the same things he had, trunks, pets, cauldrons, and the like, and that only made him smile even more. Hammond pushed the trolley through the station, all the while giving Kaerdran last minute advice. "And no matter how much you want to," Hammond said quietly, his ten minute speech finally coming to an end, "Do not forsake your studies. The time for play is after graduation! Get good marks now, and doors all over will open up for you as a graduate of Hogwarts!" As the grown man wheeled the trolley towards the hidden entrance to Platform 9 3/4, he held out one hand. "Take my hand, young master," he said, "so I don't lose you once we're on the other side."
Through the wall, all his sensed were assailed by all manner of things to see, smell, touch, hear, and even taste. Hammond let go of Kaer's hand and dropped his luggage off with a porter, who began to load it onto the train. "The cat too," Hammond stated, pulling Sadie away from her owner. "Don't worry, son, she'll turn up safe, sound and smiling next to your bed tonight after the Sorting Feast." Kaerdran trusted Hammond, although the pained look on his face betrayed how he truly felt about being separated from his only friend here. Hammond knelt down before the boy and put a large hand on his scrawny shoulder. "We're going to miss you," he confessed, now pulling the boy into a tight hug. "The house won't be the same without you in it." The man stood quickly after the embraced and sniffed back the beginning of tears before nodding quite curtly. "I'm off, then. I can't stand goodbyes. I'll see you in June," he finished before walking away. Kaer waved somewhat glumly to the man's back and uttered a quiet 'goodbye' as he did so.
He wandered his way onto the train, and headed towards the back, where he knew the compartments wouldn't be full quite yet. Upon selecting a decent specimen, he slid open the door, stared at his translucent reflection in the opposing window, then slid the door shut again, before sitting on the far side, his eyes glued across the tracks. "I really do hope this year will be as magical as everyone says it will be," he said to no one in particular, "no pun intended," he added, chuckling at his use of words before deciding to settle in for the trip by staring out the window.
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Post by trashpanda on May 22, 2018 21:34:57 GMT -5
Alda Martins fretted over her eldest daughter in the middle of the train station. Her two other children were tearing circles around the pillars, playing tag. Tony, her husband, was watching them with a look of fatigue. It had been a long trip back from Mexico City, and a longer week getting little Jessie ready for Hogwarts. And Jessie was ready - or, as ready as she'd ever be. She'd been in the game of tag earlier and looked a mess, but she was grinning ear-to-ear and leaning towards Platform 9 3/4 anyways.
Alda, on the other hand, wasn't ready at all, and was distracting herself by fussing over the grass stains on Jessie's jeans. "Jessie, why can't you keep your clothes neat? This is a big day! Tell me you at least remembered your jacket."
Jessie's grin turned into a bashful smile. She'd left it on the bed at home - she'd meant to get it, really, but then her brother had stolen one of her books and she'd forgotten all about it. "I have another one in my suitcase," she said, avoiding the question. She could barely hold still. She'd been full of that awful uncertain feeling she always got when an adventure was about to start. It was the feeling that meant the only thing left to do was wait.
Alda tsked, and unclasped the necklace she wore. She fastened it around Jessie's neck, and hugged her close, muttering, "Saint Anthony help this child... Try not to forget anything else on the way to Hogwarts, alright?" Jessie nodded. "I love you. Write me, ok? Don't forget."
"I won't forget," Jessie promised. "The train's going to leave without me if we don't go now."
"Alright, alright," Alda said, letting her go. "Let's go then."
Jessie grabbed one of her suitcases and her owl's cage, and fearlessly ran through the wall onto the platform. She grinned and turned back to face her parents as the train and the crowd of students appeared before her. Tony stepped through the wall next, and nodded to her, motioning at the train. "Go on, we'll get your luggage! They're waiting for you!" Her siblings bolted through afterwards, disappearing into the crowd. Alda followed, already tearing up.
"I love you dad!" Jessie called back, running towards the train. It was finally time to go. All of the nervousness she'd felt earlier in the day was burned away now that she was here, about to board the train to Hogwarts! Jerry, her owl, hooted as he was jostled around.
"I love you too!"
Jessie clambered up the steps onto the train, dragging her suitcase behind her. She set it down for a second, heavily, and opened the cabin in front of her. Inside, a boy her age was staring out the window. "Hello!" she said, "Can I sit with you?"
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Post by nagana on May 23, 2018 20:45:42 GMT -5
Freya Nevel, S1 (after the sorting.) When Freya’s mother, Glenda, had come to wake her a few hours after sunrise on the first of September, she found her wide awake in her bed, rereading “Hogwarts, a History” for the third time since purchasing it a few weeks prior. The sun poured in through large the west-facing window over her bed, illuminating the pages and glinting off her vibrant red curls. She was still in her pink night dress, but otherwise she was more than prepared to leave for the Hogwarts Express in a few hours—she had packed and repacked her trunk several times the night before, making sure to squeeze in every text she could possibly fit in a jigsaw of pages, clothing, and school supplies. She had left herself a short list of those items that needed to be packed in the morning—Glenda could see all but a two of the items had already been crossed off this morning—Freya was ever the organized, competent child. Glenda cleared her throat softly and gave a small knock on the doorframe to announce herself. Freya’s head snapped up and her wide smile flashed across her face. The excitement was clear: she pushed the book and bed quilt off of her lap and jumped up to give her mother a hug. She hadn’t been awake too long—perhaps an hour or so—but the first thing that crossed her mind when she opened her eyes was finishing her preparation for leaving that day. As an only child, she didn’t have any brothers or sisters to ask advice about what to bring or how to get ready for this day, so she had done her best to make it go as smoothly as possible. She slipped into her day clothes, a loose umber tunic with a brown belt at the waist, paired with khaki leggings to keep her warm as they traveled north toward the school. She had planned that as well: cool enough for the weather at home, but warm enough for the train ride up. Of course, she would change into her robes before arriving, but it never hurt to think ahead. She carted her trunk down the hall into the living room where her mother had cooked a delicious smelling breakfast. Freya parked her trunk near the front door and sat down to eat—though her mind told her she should logically be calm like any other morning, her stomach was not on the same page at all. Although the sausages, eggs, and sliced fruit smelled and looked so enticing, she reached instead for the English muffin and strawberry butter. It seemed like a safe choice this morning with her stomach in indiscernible knots. As she spread some of the butter onto the muffin, her dad came in through the front door, beaming. “Good morning, Freya-bear!” he jostled over and gave her shoulders a tight squeeze. “Are you excited? I am sure excited for you!” For weeks, her former Gryffindor father and former Ravenclaw mother had been musing over what house she would end up in. Freya knew they were both having very mixed feelings about their only child leaving for school, and these lively debates seemed to make it more bearable. Freya wasn’t too concerned, to be honest. She wasn’t extremely interested in finding community in her house. She was most looking forward to setting up her nest in her dorm and then exploring the library. She gave her father the same wide smile she had gifted her mother—a lady of few words. He bounced off to get her trunk into the car, and she finished her breakfast swiftly. The trio tidied up after breakfast and worked together to cross off the last few items on Freya’s list before settling into the car for the ride. She loaded her small cat, Athena, last, and sat her carefully on the seat next to her. Her parents sat up front together, joking around with each other and singing obnoxiously along with the radio. She loved her parents—they were very fun and silly. However, she often had a hard time getting on their level, and preferred to watch and enjoy their mirth from afar. Both Freya’s parents were halfblood, meaning they were equally familiar with the Wizarding and Muggle worlds, making the car ride to King’s Cross Station just as normal as any other ride. They arrived at the train station within a few hours—at Freya’s request, they had gotten there well before the leaving time of 11 o’clock. Freya knew all about walking through the brick barrier to access the Hogwarts Express, and she slid through confidently with her parents directly behind her. They both gave her heavy kisses on her head and tight hugs. “I love yous” and “I will miss yous” were exchanged—Freya whispered them meaningfully into her parents’ ears. Her father helped load her trunk and she held Athena close in her felt carrier. Large green eyes swept over the train, and she took a deep breath—it was finally happening. With a final smile in the direction of her parents, she boarded the train, and began looking for a place to sit. Freya’s ideal compartment would be an empty one. She didn’t prefer to initiate conversations and friendships, and felt uncomfortable with the idea of having to ask for space in someone else’s compartment. However, it seemed a lot of people had the same idea of arriving slightly early, and almost every compartment had at least two or three students already in it. She idled slowly until she reached the back end of the train. She came across a compartment that seemed to have just two fellow first years. Compared to the other options, they seemed the least likely to want to force her into conversation, since they would probably also be somewhat nervous and unwilling to cause further discomfort. With a small breath to brace herself, she entered the compartment, holding Athena close to her chest. “Hello,” her small voice announced, her eyes fixed on the window instead of looking anyone in the eye, “I’d like to sit here, if that’s okay.” Her gaze dipped downward as she entered without waiting for a reply, ready to take her seat and not be looked at for too long.
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Post by Skatie on May 25, 2018 11:03:33 GMT -5
Juno Everly, G1
"August, please keep an eye on your sister," Gary said this for the fourth time since breakfast that morning, which was to say nothing for the other times he had said the same over the past week leading up to the first of September. "Hogwarts will be more of a shock to her, coming from--"
"Yes, father," August rolled his eyes. He was returning to school for his third year and, by now, all of this felt utterly ordinary to him. What wasn't ordinary for him was the addition of a sister to his family. A muggleborn. Someone who, up until very recently, had no idea that wizards existed at all. "I said I would look out for her and I will."
The family of four was approaching the barrier between platforms nine and ten, Juno clinging to her mother's hand while Gary pushed her luggage cart for her. She could hear the tone of August's voice that suggested that the last thing he wanted to do at school was deal with her. As far as step-brothers went, August was a good one. He was kind and had been welcoming to her, but he was still a thirteen year old boy with zero interest in being anyone's protector. Anxious to become annoying, she forced a smile of confidence that she didn't actually feel.
"Thank you, August," she said as they stalled their luggage carts to wait for others to pass through the barrier. Honestly, the sight of people vanishing was wild and even her mother was staring wide-eyed at the spectacle. Gary had cautioned them that they would need to take their time, as it would be too suspicious of several families lined up to disappear. "But...I think maybe it'd be better if I sort of...um...tried to make new friends?"
"That's a wonderful attitude, Juniper," said Elizabeth with a weak smile. All of this - this whole new world - was proving to be extremely overwhelming for her. "She will be safe there, won't she, Gary?"
"No safe place for a young witch, Bets, I assure you," Gary smiled his warm reassurance and it eased some of Juno's secret worries.
"My turn," August announced, shooting Juno a wink before running forward to disappear. Though she'd been told what to expect and had even seen others disappear, seeing him do so was a bit of a shock to her senses.
Gary had Elizabeth and Juno go together, then followed them with the cart. Atop her trunk, her brand new kitten mewed loudly and Juno imagined he was all discombobulated - just like herself. The platform was teeming with families saying their goodbyes and students reuniting and all manner of chaos. August had already turned his possessions over and was chatting with some boys his own age not far down the platform. Gary handled Juno's things with the porter while she and Elizabeth watched, both silent. Both desperately overwhelmed. Scared.
"Come here, little love," Gary said when he returned to them. He put both his big hands on Juno's shoulders to steady her. "I promise you that you will be safe and sound. I will take good care of your mum and you can write to her every day if you wish. August will show you where the owlery is and I know he'll make sure you're not too lonely. A month from now, you'll forget how scared you are, yeah? You're going to love school." He winked at her. Everything about Gary was warm and kind and she smiled at him, feeling a bit bolstered.
"Thank you," she said quietly. "Please take care of her," she then added in a whisper, glancing over at her mother. He nodded and Juno turned to hug Elizabeth tightly. Her mother's hand pressed gently to the back of her head, holding her just as tightly to herself.
"I love you, my sweet girl," she said in a tone that sounded wet, though tears weren't falling. "Write to me. Tell me everything, okay? I'll miss you desperately."
"Okay, mum," Juno agreed. "I love you."
There was a bit of a jumble as Juno said her last farewells and August returned to say goodbye to his father, as well. Before she knew it, Juno was aboard the Hogwarts Express, determined not to follow August like a stray dog. Tremulous with nerves, she wandered down to a compartment that wasn't too full and hesitated at the doorway. Confidence, she told herself.
"Hello," she smiled brightly. "Room for another in here?"
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Post by Teegan on Jun 1, 2018 5:17:13 GMT -5
Kaer had been daydreaming. About the castle. About his classes. About the headmaster and teachers. The schoolmates he'd meet. The adventures he'd go on in his later years. This daydream was interrupted as the compartment door slid open. He kept his gaze rooted out the window out of habit, not thinking anyone would bother talking to him. Not to mention, he didn't know whomever it was at the door. A cheerful "Can I sit with you?" bounced around his ears for a moment before he finally swung his gaze and saw a girl about his age, tanned with black hair. He smiled sheepishly, but said nor did nothing else. He wasn't quite sure how to react. He had never been asked that question before. Should he be polite and say yes? Should he be honest and say he didn't mind if she sat down, or was it customary to want your own compartment, and therefore he should refuse he request?
Before he could get an answer out, another young girl with flowing red hair and dark green eyes edged her way into the compartment, averting her gaze from the other two already there. He stared at her for a moment, before looking at the first girl. "I--"
A third had appeared at the doorway. She, too, had red hair, and her face was covered in freckles. As she waited in the doorway, Kaer's face turned bright red. He had never interacted with this many people he didn't know before, and to be honest, he was quite overwhelmed. His eyes darted from the three girls to the empty seats, back to the three girls, and then to the window. He forced a smile again and looked at them, not quite meeting any of their eyes. "I don't see why it would be a problem," he stated, deciding to go with the neutral option. That way, if they decided on a different compartment, they'd be free to choose that one, but he by no means told them they couldn't sit here, if that's what their heart desired.
He looked up at them as they filed in, grinning from ear to ear, now glad to finally have some company. "First year too?" he asked of them, almost immediately berating himself for such a stupid question. Of course they were first years. None of them had their robes on, or house symbols. Not to mention, anyone who had gone to school for at least a year was bound to have friends, and would have wanted to sit with them, instead of sitting with a little kid like him that they didn't know. None of these thoughts crossed his face, however. It remained in a pleasant smile as he waited for their responses to his asinine question.
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Post by trashpanda on Jun 3, 2018 9:09:41 GMT -5
The boy already in the compartment gave her a shy smile, and she was about to move to take her seat when another girl stepped into the cabin behind her, and asked for a seat. She was staring past her, looking out the window, and she looked uncomfortable. Before the boy could respond, a third girl popped in and asked to join, smiling and confident. The original occupant blushed and searched for an answer. "I don't see why it would be a problem."
Jessie grinned back at him. "Thank you!" She took the seat across from him, sliding her trunk under the seat and settling Jerry gently in the overhead. She looked back at the two other girls. They had a full cabin now, between the four of them. She was glad for it - she was excited to arrive at Hogwarts, to ride in the horseless carriages and be sorted and meet the other members of her house. If she'd been left alone to anticipate arrival for the entire trip, she would've had no one to share her excitement with but Jerry.
"Yep!" she said, in response to the boy's question. "I'm Jessie Martins. My dad says I'll be a Gryffindor, but my mom says 'we can't know the future.' I thought I'd be going to Ilvermorny, anyways." She looked to the other two girls. "What about you?"
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Post by nagana on Jun 3, 2018 19:20:37 GMT -5
Freya was highly unamused at the amount of excitement and exuberance she found herself surrounded by. She realized she may have misjudged the situation and made a grave error in taking a seat in this compartment--it seemed that this was a group of first years who were eager to chat and begin forming relationships, and she did not know how she could politely disengage from the situation without seeming completely mad. She set Athena down next to her and reached for her bag. She had shoved "Hogwarts, A History" into it before leaving the house; perhaps if she stuck her nose in it the others would get the idea that she wasn't exactly the social type.
Just as her hand grasped the top of the book, however, a question was directed at herself and the other red-headed girl in the compartment. Her eyes glanced quickly at the other girl to see if she would talk first. While she seemed much more prone to discussion, she was still arriving in the compartment whereas Freya was already settled. As her gaze lifted to look at the other girl, she also noticed the redness in the boy's face. Perhaps he was more uneasy with all of this than he was letting on--that made Freya feel a bit more comfortable with him as opposed to the natural outgoing cheerfulness and confidence that seemed to gush from the others. He seemed more like the type Freya would surround herself with if surrounding herself was necessary: the type who spends more time in their head than with their words.
Freya's eyes finally darted back to the girl who posed the question. "First year, yes," her small but powerful voice rang in her ears as she spoke. "The only house I'm quite sure I won't be in is Hufflepuff," she said indifferently. It wasn't that she had anything against Hufflepuffs, she just knew she had little in common with the House of the Badger. She also doubted she would be placed in Gryffindor, but she dare not speak it knowing how proud her father would be if that ended up happening. Her eyes fell to the floor again and she pulled her book out, placing it timidly in her lap, unsure if it would be rude to simply excuse herself from the conversation at this point. While she wasn't extremely interested in developing friendships, she also wasn't fond of the idea of creating enemies or people who do not like her this early in the game.
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Post by Skatie on Jun 4, 2018 12:57:53 GMT -5
Any bravery Juno projected was a mere smokescreen. Her eyes darted around, studying the faces of the other three students as she hastily deposited herself into a seat. The smile hung at her lips, her heart beating a little too fast and her fingers curling nervously into the sleeve of her jumper. Why did other kids her age always seem so much older than she was? Maybe that was just an illusion.
Juno's brain began to analyze the compartment's other inhabitants as they discussed that they were, indeed, all first years. She was seeking out who would be the best alliance; who she should focus on charming, if at all possible, into friendship. Freya seemed so much less enthusiastic than the others that she had the potential to be one of the 'cool' kids. August said that what made kids cool was not caring if they were cool.
God, she wished she didn't care about being cool.
"Oh," she said when she realized she alone had yet to answer the question. "First year. Erm, I... don't really know what house I'll be in." To be honest, Juno was still worried that they'd realize they'd made a mistake in inviting her to come at all.
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Post by Teegan on Jun 5, 2018 4:07:45 GMT -5
The boy looked at all three girls in turn, as they all admitted that they, too, were first years. His heart skipped a beat. He knew that the prospect was highly unlikely, but he had heard so many stories about how his father and "Uncle" Peter had met on the train, as well as his mother and the two other women she would always prattle on about. They called themselves the 'Three Amigas', and had also met on the train on their way to their first year at Hogwarts. Sure, he knew other friends his parents would invite over for their parties that they had met at school, but none were so close as Uncle Peter and his father, or his mother and her amigas.
Would these be the friends he would make? Would these three girls be his best friends? It was honestly too soon to tell, but he was still happy about the idea that he may have just met his lifelong friends. He pushed the idea out of his mind, remembering how awkward he got around other humans, and he laughed aloud, despite the fact no one had said anything funny. He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, just had a funny thought." He paused for a moment before shooting out his open hand to the girl who had arrived first.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jessie," he said, shaking her hand, probably a bit too tight and a bit too vigorously. "I'm Kaerdran Darrowson," he continued. "My father is a Hufflepuff. Mum's a Slytherin." He shrugged. "I'll probably also get Hufflepuff, like my father, and his father, and his father... So on and so forth. And I've never heard of Ilvermorny," he finished, more of a statement than a curiosity. He turned to the other two girls and put his hand out to them as well. "Kaerdran Darrowson," he said again doing his best to imitate his father, who really was a people person. Despite his eleven years of watching his father, he couldn't quite get it right. His eyes darted around too much, and the smile on his face was obviously not genuine in a way a social butterfly's would be. "A pleasure to meet you."
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Post by trashpanda on Jun 13, 2018 22:03:47 GMT -5
Jessie shot the more outgoing of the two redheads an encouraging smile. "We'll all know soon anyways."
The other one didn't seem to want to talk. She was focusing on a book in her lap - Jessie wondered if she'd end up in Ravenclaw. She seemed smart.
She shook Kaerdran's hand. For all that he still seemed nervous, he seemed friendly. She thought that he'd make a good Hufflepuff, and waited for the rest of the car to respond to his introduction.
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Post by nagana on Jul 4, 2018 15:19:57 GMT -5
As Kaerdran's hand shot out toward her, a small burning sensation started in Freya's gut. Talking, as unappealing as it was, was one thing. Touching, however...that felt like a much more intimate engagement, one that Freya definitely had not signed up for. It appeared that she had truly accidentally committed herself to something much larger than a place to sit on the ride to school.
She took in a somewhat deeper breath to try and abolish the strange burning feeling, looking down at his hand. Despite the cool aloofness she put off at times, it was true that Freya was much more terrified of commitment than apathetic toward it. Shaking this near-stanger's hand felt like a contract she was being forced to sign, but she was also aware that social propriety played an important role in the experience of becoming a part of the Hogwarts community. She pried her own fingers off of her book--her safety shield--and lifted her hand to meet his. Her eyes finally raised to his in what felt a like a monumental moment for her. She allowed a polite smile to grace her face.
"Pleasure, Kaerdran. I'm Freya." As she had finally allowed herself to meet his gaze, she realized how his eyes darted around and that his smile didn't quite meet them. This helped ease the burning feeling a bit--perhaps there was more to this boy than he was putting out there. She tugged her hand back a bit hastily, returning it the safety of gripping the cover of her book. She looked back at the other two people to take them in a bit more. She knew that Ilvermorny was the American wizarding school, and felt a twang of curiousity as to why the girl named Jessie would be going there. She wouldn't dare ask, though--that was not the Freya way of finding out information. The other girl who shared Freya's hair color seemed to be sizing everyone up--Freya didn't blame her. Wasn't that what they would all be doing until they found their niche?
Her eyes returned down to her lap, waiting politely again to see if there would be a more appropriate time to open the book instead of rudely shielding herself with it mid-conversation.
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