31 Aug 2024, 22:43
A Lady Does Not "Brood"- She Sulks.
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2024. 08. 30| @Caitriona Dewine....
.Rain, Evpraksiya decided as she narrowly avoided a puddle at station 9 3/4 quarters, was quickly plummeting down her list of favourite weather conditions.
Despite the near-constant deluge in St. Petersburg, she wasn't anywhere near affected by it there. Instead, choosing to idle away the hours in her dearly beloved music room. It was a decadent room and the accumulation of being the spoilt youngest. Her well-cared-for bösendorfer piano was in front of the large multi-paneled stained glass window where the constant rain danced quick constant steps on. It was all framed by intricate flora woodwork, with the occasional statue dotted here and there. Her violin only a few steps away, the other instruments she didn't play as often were relegated to their place against the walls but never left to collect dust for long. Occasionally, she'd get up from her seat and walk around the room if only to hear the click-clack her unblemished mary janes made against the dark wooden floors.
Evpraksiya sighed fondly in reminiscence, a tiny puff of air escaping her lips as she gracefully stepped onto the train. It was warm in the obnoxiously red train- thank the vila for small mercies- but there was no time to luxuriate in the warmth as people began hurrying onto the train. Thus, with her polished luggage confidently in hand, the girl began looking for a compartment. She'd prefer not to sit in the front- too much noise- but not too far into the back either for the inconvenience of when she'd have to deboard. A few minutes later after passing multiple rows of identical compartments with their red cushion seats and glass sliding doors, she stopped in the seventh carriage and took the first compartment to the left. Carefully tucking away her heavier baggage in the top nook Evpraksiya took a seat near the window, delicately crossing her legs.
With nothing better to do than look outside at the tearful parents waving their children off (strange, didn't they trust their children to board without them?) the youngest Vinogradova instead decided to look over her compartment with a critical eye. Gaze catching on the worn cushioned seats, was a school of Hogwarts' esteem allowed to languish because of its reputation? For the sake of her education, Evpraksiya certainly hoped not and cast a disdainful look at the fraying red threads. Although to be fair, it was her own choice to sit where she did, and maybe only slightly influenced by the fact that there were no people there. Yes, she should be actively socializing and creating new connections but she was... hesitant to engage so early with no information- She wasn't scared! There was no world where she was scared because being afraid of new experiences was childish and unbecoming of Evpraksiya when her parents trusted her to be mature.
Although... right now the youngest Vinogradova couldn't help but find herself wishing for a little bit of the blind recklessness Lera had.
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Ha. What use was there for the impossible? Evpraksiya resisted the urge to scoff at herself and instead looked outside at the now-dispersing crowd. Everything... everything was going to go perfectly fine. Her hair was still neatly plaited with the same white ribbon, her expression was unconcerned and her posture was flawless.
Everything, Evpraksiya thought to herself, is exactly as it should be.
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2 Sep 2024, 04:57
A Lady Does Not "Brood"- She Sulks.
8.30.2024
Caitriona was ever-so-slightly disappointed as she looked around the muggy city surrounding the station. It was not much different than her own hometown in Scotland if she squinted. Sure, there were more people and more buildings. There were muggles everywhere here and so many muggle devices. The young witch gaped in awe at the billboards and advertisements, some of things she had never heard of before.
Even among the hordes her father stood out. His gothic waistcoat, atypical pallor, and comically oversized fedora made it hard not to. At least he was moving briskly so the commuters couldn't stare for too long. Still, Caitriona brushed her hair in front of her face to hide her blush as they walked. They were most definitely making a scene.
Thankfully their desired platform was not too far away and, as they got closer Caitriona could see more wizard-type folk gathering. "This is the wall we run at," Alastair Dewine remarked, taking a second to rest his arms from pushing the luggage cart, "Now, quit hesitating and go." Caitriona took a second glance at the seemingly very hard brick wall before following her father's instructions. Her mother had told her there would be fairies and jewels and gold on the other side. Was that true?
Surely enough, both Caitriona and her father ended up on the other side of the wall without injuries. There were no fairies, however. It struck her as a boring train platform for a wizarding school. Both her manor and the one in Italy were shinier than this.
With his usual tone of formality her father spoke, "The train should be here soon. It's pretty hard to miss. I have to go to the ministry now but I trust that you will be able to take your suitcase and get on it safely."
"Of course, Dad." Caitriona turned around to give her father a hug before he waved goodbye and went back through the wall from which they came.
Alastair did not lie about the train being hard to miss. Caitriona knew immediately as the red and black train pulled into the station that it was the one that she ought to get on. She looked around to see kids already pushing and yelling as they got on. Merlin. They were a group of 11-year-olds not primary schoolers. The young witch let out a sigh before heaving her truck up the stairs and onto the train.
Thankfully, the compartment she ended up in was far enough away that she could barely hear the screamers. She felt like she ought to be tiptoeing; the sound made by her ballet flats slipping off her feet as she walked cut through the air.
She ought to sit with someone, right? Make sure they're not actually a Zangler. Her mother's voice echoed in her head as a warning. What did a Zangler look like? Despite her mother's constant fear of them, Caitriona had never seen one even in the form of a picture. All she knew was that they dangled from every angle in some kind of rectangle. She turned to look at the walls of the train. Oh Merlin. They were in a giant rectangular box. What if the train had a Zangler infestation? Caitriona bit her lip and stepped further away from the wall. Better safe than sorry.
What are you standing there for? Zanglers are not real, probably. The logical portion of the young witch's brain spoke up, bringing her back to her current reality. That was, she was standing in the middle of a train car looking like an idiot. Thankfully, the only audience to her idiocy was one girl. If she had to guess, Caitriona would say she was in her first year as well. However, she was not crying nor was she screaming. It was a much appreciated change, to be honest.
She slid into the booth across from the girl, being careful to smooth down her robes as she moved. If they were going to sit here for the entirety of the trip they were going to have to talk eventually. Still, she seemed to be enjoying staring out the window and Caitriona felt hesitant to disturb the other's peace. Instead, she began unwrapping the lunch she had packed herself. (Two leftover pumpkin pasties because she knew there would be sweets available on the train.)
"Would you like one?" Caitriona chose to offer the spare pasty to her compartment companion. It felt rude to eat in front of someone without offering them any.
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