18 Dec 2019, 01:15
Return for Christmas
Katrina drug her brown trunk behind her and entered the red train. She was alone even though she was surrounded by mobs of people. There was nobody to wave goodbye to her here, and nobody to welcome her home on the other end of the train. She was alone. Katrina only decided to go so she could do a bit of Christmas shopping. Katrina was wearing a navy hooded sweater and a pair of older jeans. Her hair hung loose in front of her face and she wore some old slip-on shoes. In a satchel at her side was: a journal, a wallet with 40 dollars and a few gold coins, a picture of her brother in a locket, and a few unsent letters.
Katrina made her way down the aisle ignoring the bouts of laughter and upbeat conversations. If only she had a friend to share the trip with. She sighed and took a seat in an empty area. She set her trunk on the side by the window and took out her journal from her satchel. The lonely girl stared blankly out the window as the train began to move.
Thora:
Bridget:
Alyssa:
Professor Jensen:
Pierre:
Katrina looked at the list. It was the people she needed to buy gifts for. All of the gifts were to be anonymous. They were for people that had been there for her at some point in time.
Thora was as close to a friend that Katrina ever had. She was quiet, reserved, and sometimes funny. Katrina had thought that Thora was almost ready to be friends until the lion messed up. They were in the library and Katrina freaked out, her nerves had got the best of her. Katrina had thought Thora was a hag or something and cast a few spells out of fright. Not realizing who it was. Although they hadn't talked since then, Katrina still considered her an acquaintance worth giving a gift. Maybe they could become friends again.
Bridget was a socially awkward, hesitant snake as well. Although Katrina had been hesitant to be friends with her at first, they had both gotten each other out of tough situations. Katrina had helped Bridget after she had been bullied and Bridget had lead Katrina out of the dungeons when she was lost (with some odd detours as well). Sure, they weren't the best of friends, but Katrina was ready to extend an arm to be friends with her.
Alyssa had been beside her when Katrina had gotten the letter saying that Katrina's parents had died. They had drifted apart the last few months, but Katrina was ready to give gifts. Alyssa had been a friend for her and consoled her in her time of need.
Professor Jensen was the teacher whom Katrina had been assigned for the Secret Santa. Katrina barely even met the teacher and had no idea where to start. Katrina knew she had cat from some conversation a student had had near her bed two nights prior.
Pierre had been someone whom Katrina had spilled tea on. It had been an awkward start, but the funny pupil had been a welcome change in pace. Katrina had opened up about her past after Pierre had told her that he was adopted. He had left in a rush, but he had somehow helped her though a tough spot.
She still had no idea what she was going to give them. But she knew she wanted to give them something. Katrina sat lost in her thoughts.
@Jo Morgan
Katrina made her way down the aisle ignoring the bouts of laughter and upbeat conversations. If only she had a friend to share the trip with. She sighed and took a seat in an empty area. She set her trunk on the side by the window and took out her journal from her satchel. The lonely girl stared blankly out the window as the train began to move.
Thora:
Bridget:
Alyssa:
Professor Jensen:
Pierre:
Katrina looked at the list. It was the people she needed to buy gifts for. All of the gifts were to be anonymous. They were for people that had been there for her at some point in time.
Thora was as close to a friend that Katrina ever had. She was quiet, reserved, and sometimes funny. Katrina had thought that Thora was almost ready to be friends until the lion messed up. They were in the library and Katrina freaked out, her nerves had got the best of her. Katrina had thought Thora was a hag or something and cast a few spells out of fright. Not realizing who it was. Although they hadn't talked since then, Katrina still considered her an acquaintance worth giving a gift. Maybe they could become friends again.
Bridget was a socially awkward, hesitant snake as well. Although Katrina had been hesitant to be friends with her at first, they had both gotten each other out of tough situations. Katrina had helped Bridget after she had been bullied and Bridget had lead Katrina out of the dungeons when she was lost (with some odd detours as well). Sure, they weren't the best of friends, but Katrina was ready to extend an arm to be friends with her.
Alyssa had been beside her when Katrina had gotten the letter saying that Katrina's parents had died. They had drifted apart the last few months, but Katrina was ready to give gifts. Alyssa had been a friend for her and consoled her in her time of need.
Professor Jensen was the teacher whom Katrina had been assigned for the Secret Santa. Katrina barely even met the teacher and had no idea where to start. Katrina knew she had cat from some conversation a student had had near her bed two nights prior.
Pierre had been someone whom Katrina had spilled tea on. It had been an awkward start, but the funny pupil had been a welcome change in pace. Katrina had opened up about her past after Pierre had told her that he was adopted. He had left in a rush, but he had somehow helped her though a tough spot.
She still had no idea what she was going to give them. But she knew she wanted to give them something. Katrina sat lost in her thoughts.
@Jo Morgan
>Stats: Sta 9, Evas 8, Str 3, Wis 11, ArcP 9, Acc 6<
>Healing Sage | Perfectionist | Charmer || Leader of SHC| Owner of The Kat Shop<
>Healing Sage | Perfectionist | Charmer || Leader of SHC| Owner of The Kat Shop<
22 Dec 2019, 16:53
Return for Christmas
@Katrina Walker
There was a girl in the compartment next door. She too was alone, although the fact to her was more a blessing than a tragedy.
There were a couple of loud, rambunctious Slytherins in the compartment behind her who seemed hell-bent on ruining her trip with boisterous laughter and inappropriate jokes- if it got any noisier, she’d be forced to move to a different compartment.
Jo Morgan flipped through the novel she was reading - er, well, skimming over. It wasn’t a particularly well-written or interesting book, but it was all she had at the moment since she had already returned the one she had borrowed from Wren.
She was terrifically bored, but no amount of stupidity or boredom was going to give her enough courage to introduce herself to the rambunctious boys next door. She knew she probably wasn’t welcome there, anyway, so... ugh. Why even bother when this was the perfect time to sit here alone with all of her intrusive thoughts, sulking because she didn’t want to admit that she was a wee bit lonelier than usual? She was certainly more than a bit lonely , but the little introvert had yet to realize this as she usually enjoyed more of a solitary lifestyle and her rigid interpretation of her own personality simply could not yield to fit her momentary whim.
Jo leaned back and began to dig through her luggage, stopping when her hand brushed against a slightly damp piece of parchment. An unfortunate incident with pumpkin juice earlier in the day was the reason for the moisture in the paper, but it was sufficiently dry that one could pick it up and fold it without worrying about it ripping or tearing.
She held up the parchment now - a message from the boy who would be receiving her Secret Santa gift. “Something clever - surprise me.” She pursed her lips - what had she expected? A straightforward answer? She’d eat her wand if that boy ever gave her a straightforward response.
The girl screamed as a loud bang (one similar to that of a firework) went off in the next room. This sound was followed by a plethora of stifled giggles... the source of the noise was without a doubt an Exploding Bonbon.
She noticed she had dropped her tumbler of tea, and reached for it before the steel cylinder could roll away and wreak havoc in the hallway. One drink spill was enough for the day.
Bang! Another piece of candy went off. Fuming, Jo jumped out of her seat and stormed into the hallway, before realizing that she was in no way emotionally prepared for lecturing five boys on manners and proper behavior, especially if the boys were armed with exploding candy.
Sulking, she gathered her things. If they wouldn’t do anything to fix the situation, she’d have to work out a solution herself.
Perhaps... perhaps moving into the compartment next door?
Jo peered through the compartment window. Through it she could make out the outline of a red-headed girl wearing Gryffindor robes. The student seemed to be looking at some sort of list - most likely for Christmas shopping. Ugh.
Come on, Jo. Stop hiding. Time to make new friends.
The first-year took a deep breath and pushed the compartment door open.
“Hello.” It wasn’t a normal greeting, and she immediately regretted it. She should have stuck with “Hi.” Why hadn’t she just said hi?
“The compartment next to mine is really loud.” She explained, hoping her fellow Gryffindor would be sympathetic to her predicament. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
There was a girl in the compartment next door. She too was alone, although the fact to her was more a blessing than a tragedy.
There were a couple of loud, rambunctious Slytherins in the compartment behind her who seemed hell-bent on ruining her trip with boisterous laughter and inappropriate jokes- if it got any noisier, she’d be forced to move to a different compartment.
Jo Morgan flipped through the novel she was reading - er, well, skimming over. It wasn’t a particularly well-written or interesting book, but it was all she had at the moment since she had already returned the one she had borrowed from Wren.
She was terrifically bored, but no amount of stupidity or boredom was going to give her enough courage to introduce herself to the rambunctious boys next door. She knew she probably wasn’t welcome there, anyway, so... ugh. Why even bother when this was the perfect time to sit here alone with all of her intrusive thoughts, sulking because she didn’t want to admit that she was a wee bit lonelier than usual? She was certainly more than a bit lonely , but the little introvert had yet to realize this as she usually enjoyed more of a solitary lifestyle and her rigid interpretation of her own personality simply could not yield to fit her momentary whim.
Jo leaned back and began to dig through her luggage, stopping when her hand brushed against a slightly damp piece of parchment. An unfortunate incident with pumpkin juice earlier in the day was the reason for the moisture in the paper, but it was sufficiently dry that one could pick it up and fold it without worrying about it ripping or tearing.
She held up the parchment now - a message from the boy who would be receiving her Secret Santa gift. “Something clever - surprise me.” She pursed her lips - what had she expected? A straightforward answer? She’d eat her wand if that boy ever gave her a straightforward response.
The girl screamed as a loud bang (one similar to that of a firework) went off in the next room. This sound was followed by a plethora of stifled giggles... the source of the noise was without a doubt an Exploding Bonbon.
She noticed she had dropped her tumbler of tea, and reached for it before the steel cylinder could roll away and wreak havoc in the hallway. One drink spill was enough for the day.
Bang! Another piece of candy went off. Fuming, Jo jumped out of her seat and stormed into the hallway, before realizing that she was in no way emotionally prepared for lecturing five boys on manners and proper behavior, especially if the boys were armed with exploding candy.
Sulking, she gathered her things. If they wouldn’t do anything to fix the situation, she’d have to work out a solution herself.
Perhaps... perhaps moving into the compartment next door?
Jo peered through the compartment window. Through it she could make out the outline of a red-headed girl wearing Gryffindor robes. The student seemed to be looking at some sort of list - most likely for Christmas shopping. Ugh.
Come on, Jo. Stop hiding. Time to make new friends.
The first-year took a deep breath and pushed the compartment door open.
“Hello.” It wasn’t a normal greeting, and she immediately regretted it. She should have stuck with “Hi.” Why hadn’t she just said hi?
“The compartment next to mine is really loud.” She explained, hoping her fellow Gryffindor would be sympathetic to her predicament. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
Last edited by Jo Morgan on 26 Jan 2020, 06:31, edited 1 time in total.
"Out here, the wild ones are taming the fear within me.
Scared to call them my friends and be broken again; Is this hope just a mystical dream?"
10 Jan 2020, 01:19
Return for Christmas
@Jo Morgan
Bang! An exploding bonbon shook Katrina out of her brooding. She was already riled up from the day and ready to just be over with this ride. It was supposed to be exciting but Katrina was actually terrified. It was not like anyone was going to find out anything. There wasn't anything to find out really. She was just not seeing her family- that's all. There was no family to find anyway. She still needed to buy presents too. And now she was regretting a book, now that the idea was in her mind from a sideways glance at the compartment next door.
The girl seemed to bristle with annoyance and Katrina wished she wasn't so introverted as to go over and offer her to join the lion. Katrina almost smiled when the girl stood up and turned to her door. Katrina quickly pretended to be looking outside before she walked in. "Hello to you as well," Katrina responded with a small smile. The girl was nervous, like her, it was comforting.
"Sure, please, join me," It sounded abrupt and hollow but Katrina attempted to smooth over her un-social-ness with a smile. She gestured slightly towards the empty seat across from her. She lowered the paper onto the desk.
The lady with the candy came by and Katrina's cash looked up enviously. "Want anything hons?" Katrina had to try hard not to wince when she was addressed as a 'hon'. She lifted a few coins. "I-Is this enough for one of those chocolate cards? If you have those? I mean." Katrina stuttered and stopped herself.
The lady busied herself and returned the treat. Katrina looked at the girl and cocked her head as to say, 'do you want anything because if you do I can get you a chocolate frog as well.'
Bang! An exploding bonbon shook Katrina out of her brooding. She was already riled up from the day and ready to just be over with this ride. It was supposed to be exciting but Katrina was actually terrified. It was not like anyone was going to find out anything. There wasn't anything to find out really. She was just not seeing her family- that's all. There was no family to find anyway. She still needed to buy presents too. And now she was regretting a book, now that the idea was in her mind from a sideways glance at the compartment next door.
The girl seemed to bristle with annoyance and Katrina wished she wasn't so introverted as to go over and offer her to join the lion. Katrina almost smiled when the girl stood up and turned to her door. Katrina quickly pretended to be looking outside before she walked in. "Hello to you as well," Katrina responded with a small smile. The girl was nervous, like her, it was comforting.
"Sure, please, join me," It sounded abrupt and hollow but Katrina attempted to smooth over her un-social-ness with a smile. She gestured slightly towards the empty seat across from her. She lowered the paper onto the desk.
The lady with the candy came by and Katrina's cash looked up enviously. "Want anything hons?" Katrina had to try hard not to wince when she was addressed as a 'hon'. She lifted a few coins. "I-Is this enough for one of those chocolate cards? If you have those? I mean." Katrina stuttered and stopped herself.
The lady busied herself and returned the treat. Katrina looked at the girl and cocked her head as to say, 'do you want anything because if you do I can get you a chocolate frog as well.'
>Stats: Sta 9, Evas 8, Str 3, Wis 11, ArcP 9, Acc 6<
>Healing Sage | Perfectionist | Charmer || Leader of SHC| Owner of The Kat Shop<
>Healing Sage | Perfectionist | Charmer || Leader of SHC| Owner of The Kat Shop<
6 May 2020, 14:50
Return for Christmas
@Katrina Walker
I'll try to speak as little as possible was more like what she actually meant by those words, but that was better left unsaid. Even if she had, they would have likely been drowned out by the distinctive racket of the Honeydukes Express trolley - an unpleasant yet more than welcome sound to sugar-addicted children such as Jo. The metallic musical medley of clacking and squeaking wheels ground to a halt as the compartment door slid open.
Katrina held up a few coins. Dammit, Jo really needed to study up on wizard currency - how many Sickles were in a Galleon again?
A card was certainly a strange item to make from chocolate, but perhaps it had some sort of magical quality. She had come to expect that most wizarding candy was either extremely fun or extremely dangerous, and sometimes a combination of the two, as was the case with her favorite treat, acid pops. The girl would have ordered them now had she been alone, but retaining the full usage of her tongue seemed slightly more important now that she had company. Speaking of which, the girl was now looking towards her with her head tilted slightly to the side, as if expecting her to order. Jo unfolded one of her muslin pouches, allowing some knuts and a few sickles to slide out into her lap. She held a pile of the coins out towards the woman apologetically.
"Two sugar quills, please."
With a toothy grin and a nod, the old woman selected a few of the coins from the pile and, gingerly plucking two sugar quills from the trolley, held them out towards her.
The Gryffindor shot a sideways glance at her compartment partner, and then bobbed her head.
"Thank you, er, madam.."
It was already too late - the woman's rickety confectionary cart was already rolling away. Well, perhaps she would come again, since the ride was so long. Poking her head out of the compartment, Jo
"Huns? I don't think either of us look particularly Turkish." Jo giggled at her own joke as she placed a sugar quill in front of the other girl. It was a sugary sweet olive branch - a gesture of friendship, if the other girl would take it as such. Jo was in dire need of a friend or two, come to think of it, and she wasn't about to talk to a single person more than she had to.
"Sorry for the tardiness, but I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting yet. I'm Jo. Josephine Morgan, actually, but Jo is fine. And you are? Not allergic to sugar quills, hopefully..."
"Thank you!" Jo managed a smile to match that of her new acquaintance. "I'll try not to annoy you too much.""Sure, please, join me."
I'll try to speak as little as possible was more like what she actually meant by those words, but that was better left unsaid. Even if she had, they would have likely been drowned out by the distinctive racket of the Honeydukes Express trolley - an unpleasant yet more than welcome sound to sugar-addicted children such as Jo. The metallic musical medley of clacking and squeaking wheels ground to a halt as the compartment door slid open.
Unfamiliar with the strange term, Jo could not help but lift an eyebrow. Perhaps it was some sort of wizard slang. Then again, the woman's accent made it seem as if she was not from around here. In fact, she had heard some of the Ilvermorny students speak in a similar manner. An American witch, then? Or perhaps it was some sort of alternative word for "child" - one of those antiquated terms reserved only for the kind and elderly."Want anything hons?"
Katrina held up a few coins. Dammit, Jo really needed to study up on wizard currency - how many Sickles were in a Galleon again?
It seemed that the woman did, indeed, have "one of those", so the purchase was easy and quick."I-Is this enough for one of those chocolate cards? If you have those? I mean."
A card was certainly a strange item to make from chocolate, but perhaps it had some sort of magical quality. She had come to expect that most wizarding candy was either extremely fun or extremely dangerous, and sometimes a combination of the two, as was the case with her favorite treat, acid pops. The girl would have ordered them now had she been alone, but retaining the full usage of her tongue seemed slightly more important now that she had company. Speaking of which, the girl was now looking towards her with her head tilted slightly to the side, as if expecting her to order. Jo unfolded one of her muslin pouches, allowing some knuts and a few sickles to slide out into her lap. She held a pile of the coins out towards the woman apologetically.
"Two sugar quills, please."
With a toothy grin and a nod, the old woman selected a few of the coins from the pile and, gingerly plucking two sugar quills from the trolley, held them out towards her.
She drawled as Jo tentatively took the candy from her wrinkled palm, half-expecting to be grabbed and devoured (or something to that effect - Jo had yet to learn about hags in her Defense Against the Dark Arts class.)"Will 'at be all, girls?"
The Gryffindor shot a sideways glance at her compartment partner, and then bobbed her head.
"Thank you, er, madam.."
It was already too late - the woman's rickety confectionary cart was already rolling away. Well, perhaps she would come again, since the ride was so long. Poking her head out of the compartment, Jo
"Huns? I don't think either of us look particularly Turkish." Jo giggled at her own joke as she placed a sugar quill in front of the other girl. It was a sugary sweet olive branch - a gesture of friendship, if the other girl would take it as such. Jo was in dire need of a friend or two, come to think of it, and she wasn't about to talk to a single person more than she had to.
"Sorry for the tardiness, but I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting yet. I'm Jo. Josephine Morgan, actually, but Jo is fine. And you are? Not allergic to sugar quills, hopefully..."
"Out here, the wild ones are taming the fear within me.
Scared to call them my friends and be broken again; Is this hope just a mystical dream?"