10 Jul 2019, 19:18
First Impressions
Reducio
Interacting with @Jane Owens
September 1st, 2019, 10:56 a.m.
Bridget was back. She was so close to Hogwarts (just one long train ride) that she could feel it. Finally she would be leaving her boring, lonely Muggle summer behind. She would be able to experience magic again, something she had been devoid of all summer, unless you counted wishfully holding her laurel wood wand and doing the homework that had been assigned over break.
Her summer had by far been the worst of her life. One thought of summer and imagined carefree, restful days of fun with no work, spent visiting friends and resetting for the next school year. Not her summer, though. No, she had had a summer full of both work and misery. Her best friend, Jemima, had moved to France, and her other best friend, Lizzy, had found new friends. Her family had been really... weird around her since she'd gotten home from Hogwarts, her brother going so far as to call her a freak. Just thinking about it made her feel awfully hollow inside, not to mention hurt.
And even through all that, she hadn't gotten a break. No, she'd spent the summer catching up on Muggle schoolwork because her parents wanted her to receive education from 'our world', which she was beginning to think of as the Muggle world. The Muggle world that didn't want her.
That wasn't to say that Hogwarts was much better. Few people had so much as looked at her last year, and even less had talked to her. It was admittedly her own fault, or was it? She couldn't really help having trust issues--people had done that to her. Regardless of her friend situation (or her no friends situation, to be more accurate), Bridget couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts to learn magic and experience the magical world's novelty.
Getting to the Hogwarts Express had been easy enough. It had hardly been a challenge in her First Year--if you were observant (as she was in spades), you would notice people disappearing between Platform 9 and 3/4. The only difficulty was making sure none of the Muggles noticed her vanishing through the barrier, but most were so immersed in themselves that they didn't pay any attention.
After a quick hug from her parents, she had stepped aboard the train before most everyone else. She had purposefully planned today so she would arrive early. That way she was more likely to find an empty compartment. She picked one near the back of the train, miraculously managed to hoist her trunk up to the overhead rack (she had to stand on the seats to do this because of her short stature), and collapsed onto the red seats that had clearly seen a lot of use.
She placed her satchel to her left and pulled out her sketchbook dedicated exclusively to the wizarding world, adding onto her preliminary drawing of Diagon Alley. Bridget had sat alone last year, too, and had no problem doing so again. This way, she would be able to read through some of her textbooks later and get ahead. Because her parents had forced her to continue her Muggle education while at Hogwarts (they would pull her if she refused), she knew she was going to be swamped this year. This would mean even less time for making friends. Somewhere at the back of her mind was a nagging to use this time to meet new people, but she ignored it.
Brushing a lose strand of her brown hair out of her face, her hazel eyes narrowed in concentration. What had been featured in the windows of Madame Malkins? School robes... yes... oh, and dress robes. She sketched the two robes into the small windows of the shop. Her thoughts then wandered to pets. She really wanted a pet, but she hadn't had enough money because her parent's money was all going towards Matthew's college education. If she had the money, she wondered what she would get... an owl or a cat?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a head that stuck through the compartment door. It belonged to a girl that looked younger than her but had the same hair and eye coloring. A first year, likely. Based on the audible raucous, the train had filled up. Then, the engine started and the train thundered down the track. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the exterior gloom, a cloudy day with a sprinkling of rain. Bridget waited, apprehensive, for the girl to make the first move.
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Phyllis Stanwood (iNPC) • Aislin Darragh (2nd gen) • Alejandros Espinosa (2nd gen iNPC)
10 Jul 2019, 21:08
First Impressions
This was Jane's first year at Hogwarts and she was ready as well as beyond excited. Her parents had both told her about their times at Hogwarts, her father being in Slytherin and her mother in Hufflepuff. Of course there was no pressure from her parents of which house she would be sorted into, they weren't the type to fret about something like that. They only wanted their daughter to be able to have a great time at Hogwarts as the house she would be sorted into would be like her family while there. And they wanted her to make friends as she didn't have many friends besides distant cousins she may see once or twice a year. Since the majority of her relatives were Squibs, Jane actually knew some about the Muggle world because of the interactions with them.
Somewhere down the line a great-great-great-great someone had been a wizard in both of her parents family trees. It had been such a long time ago that neither her mother or father could remember who that wizard was in each of their families history, but this information was what had brought the two together during their time in Hogwarts. Timothy and Nora Owens were both born from families of squibs that had their children outcast because they were magical. Something that the squibs had always wanted to be. Neither of Jane's parents had any hatred towards their families though and would often tell Jane stories of them. They weren't even sure if Jane would have any magical abilities small things start showing up as she grew older.
As Jane stood on the platform before 9 and 3/4, she looked at her parents that were beaming at her. She remembered how they were just as excited as she was when she received her letter to Hogwarts. Her parents were telling her how to get to the Hogwarts Express, "Now, grip your trolley handle and just run towards the wall there." The girl trusted her parents so she looked back at the wall between platforms nine and ten then started running with her trolley. She closed her eyes for just a second and when she opened them the next thing she knew she was looking at the Hogwarts Express.
Jane moved out of the way of the opening as her parents walked in behind her. She smiled at them as they all walked towards the platform where the rest of the children stood talking to their parents before they got on the train. "I'm going to get on the train now alright? I'll owl you a letter after the sorting and everything, okay?" She said to her parents. The girl was just too excited to get on the train and off to Hogwarts. They just nodded and hugged her with tears forming in the corner of their eyes, which they quickly wiped away before Jane would see.
Jane left the platform where her parents were still standing and got on the Hogwarts Express. She saw most of the cabins were filling up as she slowly made her way down the narrow hallways of the train carts. Before she knew it she was nearing the end of the train with only a few compartments still open. The girl lugged her trunk behind her as she looked in the compartments which had a couple people but they had their things on the seats. This told her that they were probably saving the seats for someone, so Jane made her way down to what seemed like the last compartment in the train. She poked her head in the door and saw a girl sitting there.
"Hello. My name's Jane. I'm sorry to interrupt you, but is that seat taken?" She asked, pointing towards the seat across from the girl. Her trunk was getting quite heavy with her school books and such in it. She had moved into the compartment a little bit to get out of the hall as someone was trying to get over her trunk. The train engine had started and then there was a whistle blowing. The train must be leaving soon.. Jane thought as she looked up when she heard the whistle. She didn't want to be rude and just move into the compartment with the brown haired girl if she was waiting for someone.
Somewhere down the line a great-great-great-great someone had been a wizard in both of her parents family trees. It had been such a long time ago that neither her mother or father could remember who that wizard was in each of their families history, but this information was what had brought the two together during their time in Hogwarts. Timothy and Nora Owens were both born from families of squibs that had their children outcast because they were magical. Something that the squibs had always wanted to be. Neither of Jane's parents had any hatred towards their families though and would often tell Jane stories of them. They weren't even sure if Jane would have any magical abilities small things start showing up as she grew older.
As Jane stood on the platform before 9 and 3/4, she looked at her parents that were beaming at her. She remembered how they were just as excited as she was when she received her letter to Hogwarts. Her parents were telling her how to get to the Hogwarts Express, "Now, grip your trolley handle and just run towards the wall there." The girl trusted her parents so she looked back at the wall between platforms nine and ten then started running with her trolley. She closed her eyes for just a second and when she opened them the next thing she knew she was looking at the Hogwarts Express.
Jane moved out of the way of the opening as her parents walked in behind her. She smiled at them as they all walked towards the platform where the rest of the children stood talking to their parents before they got on the train. "I'm going to get on the train now alright? I'll owl you a letter after the sorting and everything, okay?" She said to her parents. The girl was just too excited to get on the train and off to Hogwarts. They just nodded and hugged her with tears forming in the corner of their eyes, which they quickly wiped away before Jane would see.
Jane left the platform where her parents were still standing and got on the Hogwarts Express. She saw most of the cabins were filling up as she slowly made her way down the narrow hallways of the train carts. Before she knew it she was nearing the end of the train with only a few compartments still open. The girl lugged her trunk behind her as she looked in the compartments which had a couple people but they had their things on the seats. This told her that they were probably saving the seats for someone, so Jane made her way down to what seemed like the last compartment in the train. She poked her head in the door and saw a girl sitting there.
"Hello. My name's Jane. I'm sorry to interrupt you, but is that seat taken?" She asked, pointing towards the seat across from the girl. Her trunk was getting quite heavy with her school books and such in it. She had moved into the compartment a little bit to get out of the hall as someone was trying to get over her trunk. The train engine had started and then there was a whistle blowing. The train must be leaving soon.. Jane thought as she looked up when she heard the whistle. She didn't want to be rude and just move into the compartment with the brown haired girl if she was waiting for someone.
Jane Owens | First Year | Hufflepuff
10 Jul 2019, 23:50
First Impressions
"Hello. My name's Jane. I'm sorry to interrupt you, but is that seat taken?" the girl, Jane, asked. Bridget was not a mean person, so there was no way she would refuse. Her introvert self wanted to spend the time alone, but she realized that with no friends she'd have just as much time for that at Hogwarts. The girl seemed nice anyways, so she figured it couldn't be too bad.
"No, it's not. You can come in," Bridget answered, closing her sketchbook and tucking it back in her satchel. The satchel contained everything she needed for an average school day--textbooks, an inkpot, two quills, some spare parchment, and, of course, her sketchbook, a few pencils, and an extra book, in case she had any free time. She wouldn't be needing her sketchbook now and she wasn't ready to share it with anyone. In the meantime, Jane hoisted her trunk up and then sat down.
After a moment she realized she hadn't introduced herself yet, not that that was a surprise considering her horrible social skills.
"I'm Bridget, Bridget Collins," she said, relieved that it wasn't anywhere near as bad as when she'd introduced herself to Thora Larkston last year. Then again, she had just woken up from a particularly deep sleep and was still disoriented.
She was aware that she was not smiling. Bridget certainly wasn't scowling, but her smile was rare and therefore currently not present. She was using her time to instead observe Jane. Jane, as she had already noticed, had brown hair that wasn't quite as dark as hers and hazel eyes. Bridget thought she looked rather young, solidifying her inkling that she was a first year, but had an intelligence about her. She also seemed confident and excited.
Bridget knew that small talk was the next course of action. However, Bridget didn't really like small talk, mostly because she was awful at it. She hadn't made friends since kindergarten, after all, and had always had no need to meet anyone else because she had Lizzy and Jemima. With them it didn't matter what they talked about or if they talked at all; being together was enough. But how did one make friends, especially if they distrusted people by nature, without small talk, in which they discovered things about the other person while keeping their own secrets safe?
Finally deciding that she would try and start a conversation, she asked, "Is this your first time at Hogwarts?" For one, she was fairly certain she already knew the answer, and besides, it directed the talking towards Jane so Bridget wouldn't have to say anything for a while.
She stared out the train window into the drizzle and wondered how this all would go. After all, it was a long train ride. She just hoped Jane had enough conversation skills for the both of them.
"No, it's not. You can come in," Bridget answered, closing her sketchbook and tucking it back in her satchel. The satchel contained everything she needed for an average school day--textbooks, an inkpot, two quills, some spare parchment, and, of course, her sketchbook, a few pencils, and an extra book, in case she had any free time. She wouldn't be needing her sketchbook now and she wasn't ready to share it with anyone. In the meantime, Jane hoisted her trunk up and then sat down.
After a moment she realized she hadn't introduced herself yet, not that that was a surprise considering her horrible social skills.
"I'm Bridget, Bridget Collins," she said, relieved that it wasn't anywhere near as bad as when she'd introduced herself to Thora Larkston last year. Then again, she had just woken up from a particularly deep sleep and was still disoriented.
She was aware that she was not smiling. Bridget certainly wasn't scowling, but her smile was rare and therefore currently not present. She was using her time to instead observe Jane. Jane, as she had already noticed, had brown hair that wasn't quite as dark as hers and hazel eyes. Bridget thought she looked rather young, solidifying her inkling that she was a first year, but had an intelligence about her. She also seemed confident and excited.
Bridget knew that small talk was the next course of action. However, Bridget didn't really like small talk, mostly because she was awful at it. She hadn't made friends since kindergarten, after all, and had always had no need to meet anyone else because she had Lizzy and Jemima. With them it didn't matter what they talked about or if they talked at all; being together was enough. But how did one make friends, especially if they distrusted people by nature, without small talk, in which they discovered things about the other person while keeping their own secrets safe?
Finally deciding that she would try and start a conversation, she asked, "Is this your first time at Hogwarts?" For one, she was fairly certain she already knew the answer, and besides, it directed the talking towards Jane so Bridget wouldn't have to say anything for a while.
She stared out the train window into the drizzle and wondered how this all would go. After all, it was a long train ride. She just hoped Jane had enough conversation skills for the both of them.
Phyllis Stanwood (iNPC) • Aislin Darragh (2nd gen) • Alejandros Espinosa (2nd gen iNPC)
11 Jul 2019, 00:52
First Impressions
"No, it's not. You can come in," the girl in the compartment had answered. Jane smiled, thankful, and proceeded to pull her trunk in the compartment then shove it onto the overhead rack. She sat down on the seat across from the nice girl. She had been nice to her so far, at least by letting Jane share this compartment with her. "I'm Bridget, Bridget Collins," she had said. "Bridget... Bridget.." she thought so that she wouldn't forget her name in the future. It was easy for her to forget names sometimes, but she tried her best to remember.
Looking out the window next to them, Jane could see that it was going to be gloomy and raining on their way to Hogwarts. She thought, "Great.. Doom and gloom outside on my first trip to Hogwarts." The girl looked back at Bridget, not having realized she was observing her for a few moments. She gave her a small smile to her question, "Is this your first time at Hogwarts?" She was wondering if this was Bridget's first year also, since she didn't look that much older than Jane and seemed petite like she wasn't much taller than herself but couldn't be sure.
Nodding she replied excitedly, "Yep! I can't wait to be sorted and learn which house I'll be in. Is it your first year too or have you been sorted already?" Jane didn't want to ask too many questions all at once but she was just excited at the fact that she was going to Hogwarts in the first place. Her cheeks flushed a little, but with her pale skin could tell, though she could hardly notice it.
"Sorry if I'm a little giddy about all this. I'm just excited because my parents told me about their time at Hogwarts and I just can't wait to get there. I've been dreaming about this all summer," she said as she tried to contain her excitement. The girl knew that she could come off way more outgoing that she was. Well, she was outgoing to a certain point, but if something excited her sometimes she couldn't contain it. Jane just hoped she would make a friend on this train ride and that nothing turned out uncomfortable. They would be sitting together for, what she thought, would be a long ride so there was plenty of time to get to know each other.
If Bridget had been at Hogwarts before then Jane wanted to know all about the classes and what house she was sorted in. She just had questions and questions but didn't want to scare Bridget off. They had only just met and gotten past introductions. "Calm down.. Too excited." She thought as she clasped her hands and sat them on her lap in an attempt to calm herself.
Looking out the window next to them, Jane could see that it was going to be gloomy and raining on their way to Hogwarts. She thought, "Great.. Doom and gloom outside on my first trip to Hogwarts." The girl looked back at Bridget, not having realized she was observing her for a few moments. She gave her a small smile to her question, "Is this your first time at Hogwarts?" She was wondering if this was Bridget's first year also, since she didn't look that much older than Jane and seemed petite like she wasn't much taller than herself but couldn't be sure.
Nodding she replied excitedly, "Yep! I can't wait to be sorted and learn which house I'll be in. Is it your first year too or have you been sorted already?" Jane didn't want to ask too many questions all at once but she was just excited at the fact that she was going to Hogwarts in the first place. Her cheeks flushed a little, but with her pale skin could tell, though she could hardly notice it.
"Sorry if I'm a little giddy about all this. I'm just excited because my parents told me about their time at Hogwarts and I just can't wait to get there. I've been dreaming about this all summer," she said as she tried to contain her excitement. The girl knew that she could come off way more outgoing that she was. Well, she was outgoing to a certain point, but if something excited her sometimes she couldn't contain it. Jane just hoped she would make a friend on this train ride and that nothing turned out uncomfortable. They would be sitting together for, what she thought, would be a long ride so there was plenty of time to get to know each other.
If Bridget had been at Hogwarts before then Jane wanted to know all about the classes and what house she was sorted in. She just had questions and questions but didn't want to scare Bridget off. They had only just met and gotten past introductions. "Calm down.. Too excited." She thought as she clasped her hands and sat them on her lap in an attempt to calm herself.
Jane Owens | First Year | Hufflepuff
11 Jul 2019, 19:50
First Impressions
"Yep! I can't wait to be sorted and learn which house I'll be in. Is it your first year too or have you been sorted already?" Jane answered excitedly. Her cheeks flushed a pinkish color, likely from embarrassment. Bridget was thankful for her excitement, though, as it appeared Jane would be able to keep a conversation going and not dump it on Bridget to try to fill the uncomfortable silence. It was a little disappointing that Jane thought she was a first year. Of course, she was small and surely looked like she could be a first year, and she wasn't embarrassed about being short (she could go places others couldn't, after all), but it was a little annoying. She supposed Jane might have thought she was a nervous first-timer who wanted to relate to someone, so she ignored the misapprehension.
"Sorry if I'm a little giddy about all this. I'm just excited because my parents told me about their time at Hogwarts and I just can't wait to get there. I've been dreaming about this all summer," Jane added.
"No, it's fine to be excited. This is my second year at Hogwarts," Bridget clarified. "I'm a Slytherin. Which House do you think you'll be sorted into?"
Bridget was slightly worried about Jane's reaction to her being a Slytherin. From what she'd read, people's hatred of Slytherin was mostly well-founded (Voldemort and numerous Death Eaters were Snakes and downright awful), but she knew from experience that they weren't all bad.
What was more worrying, though, was Jane's view on Muggle-borns. Bridget, after all, was a Muggle-born and Jane had hinted at the fact that both her parents had attended Hogwarts, meaning she was either a half-blood or a pure-blood. Bridget knew some wizards were particulary nasty towards Muggle-borns. No one had mentioned it yet, but it would be awful if she was stuck in a train compartment if it happened. She decided to not mention her parents, at least until she trusted Jane more.
'Me, the Muggle-born Slytherin,' she thought. It was paradoxical--Slytherin House was known for valuing blood status, some going so far as to say Muggle-borns shouldn't be allowed at Hogwarts at all.
Jane seemed nearly unable to contain her excitement, and she had a look on her face of extreme curiosity. Bridget hoped she had lots of questions; instead of getting annoyed like others might, Bridget liked questions. After all, the kept conversations going and in small talk like this, you either knew the answer or you didn't.
Bridget absentmindedly rubbed the rock her Grandpa had given her. Looking out the window, she felt a pang of sympathy for Jane and the other first years. They would be crossing the Black Lake in the rain, and as such she hoped it stayed a drizzle and didn't intensify into a downpour.
"Sorry if I'm a little giddy about all this. I'm just excited because my parents told me about their time at Hogwarts and I just can't wait to get there. I've been dreaming about this all summer," Jane added.
"No, it's fine to be excited. This is my second year at Hogwarts," Bridget clarified. "I'm a Slytherin. Which House do you think you'll be sorted into?"
Bridget was slightly worried about Jane's reaction to her being a Slytherin. From what she'd read, people's hatred of Slytherin was mostly well-founded (Voldemort and numerous Death Eaters were Snakes and downright awful), but she knew from experience that they weren't all bad.
What was more worrying, though, was Jane's view on Muggle-borns. Bridget, after all, was a Muggle-born and Jane had hinted at the fact that both her parents had attended Hogwarts, meaning she was either a half-blood or a pure-blood. Bridget knew some wizards were particulary nasty towards Muggle-borns. No one had mentioned it yet, but it would be awful if she was stuck in a train compartment if it happened. She decided to not mention her parents, at least until she trusted Jane more.
'Me, the Muggle-born Slytherin,' she thought. It was paradoxical--Slytherin House was known for valuing blood status, some going so far as to say Muggle-borns shouldn't be allowed at Hogwarts at all.
Jane seemed nearly unable to contain her excitement, and she had a look on her face of extreme curiosity. Bridget hoped she had lots of questions; instead of getting annoyed like others might, Bridget liked questions. After all, the kept conversations going and in small talk like this, you either knew the answer or you didn't.
Bridget absentmindedly rubbed the rock her Grandpa had given her. Looking out the window, she felt a pang of sympathy for Jane and the other first years. They would be crossing the Black Lake in the rain, and as such she hoped it stayed a drizzle and didn't intensify into a downpour.
Phyllis Stanwood (iNPC) • Aislin Darragh (2nd gen) • Alejandros Espinosa (2nd gen iNPC)
12 Jul 2019, 00:11
First Impressions
"I'm a Slytherin. Which House do you think you'll be sorted into?" Bridget asked. Jane thought it was quite cool that she was meeting a Slytherin student. Especially on her way to Hogwarts, she was hoping that maybe they could talk more about the girl's house along the way. She responded to Bridget's question, "Oh, my father was in Slytherin when he went to Hogwarts! My mom was in Hufflepuff. I'm not sure which house I would be sorted in as I feel like I'm a mixture of both of my parents, though I do spend a lot more time with my mom. I kind of like the thought of either house really." Jane wasn't the type of person to be biased over a specific house. She really felt that wherever the sorting hat put her, that's where she would belong. Though she wasn't against making friends with students from other houses. It was what was in their hearts that really counted to her.
Jane's parent had tried to explain the different blood classes of the wizarding world, but she didn't really understand why it was important. Why were people biased towards pureblood or muggle-born anyway? Her parents family bloodlines had start dwindling down to the point where none of them thought there would be another witch or wizard in their families again, but then came Timothy Owens and Nora McGowan. Jane knew that for some reason people just didn't want to accept others for who they were, but that didn't mean she had to. Her parents raised her to accept anyone and be kind to everyone. That's why she was as nice as she could be to her relatives and cousins who were squibs, but resented her and her parents for having magical abilities. Jane decided to ask, "Have you had any family go to Hogwarts?" She had no way of knowing if it was going to be a sore subject or not. It was just a question to her.
Jane looked down at Bridget's hand and saw she was holding onto a rock. She wondered if it maybe had sentimental value to her or if it was something that she just liked. "What's that?" She asked, pointed towards the rock in her hand.
Jane's parent had tried to explain the different blood classes of the wizarding world, but she didn't really understand why it was important. Why were people biased towards pureblood or muggle-born anyway? Her parents family bloodlines had start dwindling down to the point where none of them thought there would be another witch or wizard in their families again, but then came Timothy Owens and Nora McGowan. Jane knew that for some reason people just didn't want to accept others for who they were, but that didn't mean she had to. Her parents raised her to accept anyone and be kind to everyone. That's why she was as nice as she could be to her relatives and cousins who were squibs, but resented her and her parents for having magical abilities. Jane decided to ask, "Have you had any family go to Hogwarts?" She had no way of knowing if it was going to be a sore subject or not. It was just a question to her.
Jane looked down at Bridget's hand and saw she was holding onto a rock. She wondered if it maybe had sentimental value to her or if it was something that she just liked. "What's that?" She asked, pointed towards the rock in her hand.
Jane Owens | First Year | Hufflepuff
13 Jul 2019, 05:55
First Impressions
“Oh, my father was in Slytherin when he went to Hogwarts! My mom was in Hufflepuff. I'm not sure which house I would be sorted in as I feel like I'm a mixture of both of my parents, though I do spend a lot more time with my mom. I kind of like the thought of either house really," Jane said. Bridget thought this over. Personally, she thought Jane seemed more like a Hufflepuff, what with her outgoing, friendly nature. She supposed that could just be from the excitement of going to Hogwarts for the first time, though.
“Have you had any family go to Hogwarts?" Jane asked, and Bridget felt a chill go down her spine. It was as if Jane had read her thoughts. She shifted ever so slightly in her seat, uncomfortable. Jane seemed to be pretty accepting (another Hufflepuff trait), but was she prejudiced about blood? There had been no malicious intent hidden in her tone, no questioning glance waiting to cast judgment...
With a deep breath, Bridget answered. “No. I’m... I’m actually Muggle-born. As far as I know, I’m the first in my family to ever have magic.”
She carefully studied Jane’s expression, which seemed to not change at all.
Out of the blue, Jane asked “What’s that?”, gesturing towards the rock in her hand. Bridget uncurled her fist to reveal a rather ordinary rock. It was dark gray green, smooth, and an elongated, round shape. Her grandfather (her favorite grandfather, to be exact) had given it to her during their three day trip to a deserted beach during the summer. It wasn’t anything special, but it reminded her of him.
Bridget didn’t really feel like letting Jane too far into her personal life, especially when they had just met. “It’s a gift from my grandfather,” she said shortly. Now, she didn’t say it rudely, but made it clear she didn’t want to further discuss it. She hoped it didn’t make Jane uncomfortable.
“Have you had any family go to Hogwarts?" Jane asked, and Bridget felt a chill go down her spine. It was as if Jane had read her thoughts. She shifted ever so slightly in her seat, uncomfortable. Jane seemed to be pretty accepting (another Hufflepuff trait), but was she prejudiced about blood? There had been no malicious intent hidden in her tone, no questioning glance waiting to cast judgment...
With a deep breath, Bridget answered. “No. I’m... I’m actually Muggle-born. As far as I know, I’m the first in my family to ever have magic.”
She carefully studied Jane’s expression, which seemed to not change at all.
Out of the blue, Jane asked “What’s that?”, gesturing towards the rock in her hand. Bridget uncurled her fist to reveal a rather ordinary rock. It was dark gray green, smooth, and an elongated, round shape. Her grandfather (her favorite grandfather, to be exact) had given it to her during their three day trip to a deserted beach during the summer. It wasn’t anything special, but it reminded her of him.
Bridget didn’t really feel like letting Jane too far into her personal life, especially when they had just met. “It’s a gift from my grandfather,” she said shortly. Now, she didn’t say it rudely, but made it clear she didn’t want to further discuss it. She hoped it didn’t make Jane uncomfortable.
Reducio
You can add in your character’s response for Bridget’s first dialogue before the rock thing, if you want.
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Phyllis Stanwood (iNPC) • Aislin Darragh (2nd gen) • Alejandros Espinosa (2nd gen iNPC)
13 Jul 2019, 20:42
First Impressions
With a deep breath, Bridget answered, “No. I’m... I’m actually Muggle-born. As far as I know, I’m the first in my family to ever have magic.”
Jane heard the girl take a deep breath when she answered her question about her family. She didn't understand why that was her reaction at first. But she remembered quickly, thinking how naive she had been in asking about Bridget's family as they had just met. "She probably thought I would react badly.. I hope she understands." Jane thought as she looked at the girl. "I have relatives that married muggles. I never see a lot of my relatives, because they basically cast out my parents once they were accepted into Hogwarts. I see a few of my cousins that are muggles and that's only once or twice a year maybe. We used to have fun but now I think they are starting to not like me either because I was accepted into Hogwarts.." She said, her eyes never changed in anyway as she looked at Bridget. Her eyes were full of understanding and acceptance. Jane wondered how Bridget's family had reacted when she was accepted into Hogwarts, but wasn't going to ask as she thought that it would be too invasive.
She had forgotten that other people would probably look down on muggles or Muggle-borns. It just wasn't something that she thought about much after her parents tried to explain the different blood statuses to her. It wasn't something that mattered to her as she just saw everyone as people and not whether they were muggle-born, half-blood or pure blood. Though her parents did explain that she was wizard-born and that the relatives she rarely see are made up of squibs, those who were born from a muggle and wizard couple. Some of her distant relatives had been late-bloomers and eventually got their magically powers but they were cast out just as Jane's parents had been.
Jane smiled at Bridget, hoping that she realized that she it didn't bother her if she was muggle-born or not. Jane knew Bridget hadn't asked her but she blurted out, "I'm Wizard-born. My parents both ended up being a wizard and witch, but the rest of my family are squibs and married to muggles. They aren't really fond of anyone that does end up having magical abilities though. I don't really understand how people can dislike or even hate anyone just because of their blood status or if they can produce magic or not. I feel like you should just get to know people first."
“It’s a gift from my grandfather,” Bridget answered about her question of the rock. She nodded and swept her eyes towards the door of the cabin as she started to wonder when the candy trolley would end up coming. Jane understood that her short answer ment she didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to make Bridget uncomfortable by constantly questioning her, but she was trying to think of something else they could talk about as she knew the subjects they were discussing could be intrusive. "So, have you gotten anything off the trolley before?" Jane asked in an attempt to change the subject.
Jane heard the girl take a deep breath when she answered her question about her family. She didn't understand why that was her reaction at first. But she remembered quickly, thinking how naive she had been in asking about Bridget's family as they had just met. "She probably thought I would react badly.. I hope she understands." Jane thought as she looked at the girl. "I have relatives that married muggles. I never see a lot of my relatives, because they basically cast out my parents once they were accepted into Hogwarts. I see a few of my cousins that are muggles and that's only once or twice a year maybe. We used to have fun but now I think they are starting to not like me either because I was accepted into Hogwarts.." She said, her eyes never changed in anyway as she looked at Bridget. Her eyes were full of understanding and acceptance. Jane wondered how Bridget's family had reacted when she was accepted into Hogwarts, but wasn't going to ask as she thought that it would be too invasive.
She had forgotten that other people would probably look down on muggles or Muggle-borns. It just wasn't something that she thought about much after her parents tried to explain the different blood statuses to her. It wasn't something that mattered to her as she just saw everyone as people and not whether they were muggle-born, half-blood or pure blood. Though her parents did explain that she was wizard-born and that the relatives she rarely see are made up of squibs, those who were born from a muggle and wizard couple. Some of her distant relatives had been late-bloomers and eventually got their magically powers but they were cast out just as Jane's parents had been.
Jane smiled at Bridget, hoping that she realized that she it didn't bother her if she was muggle-born or not. Jane knew Bridget hadn't asked her but she blurted out, "I'm Wizard-born. My parents both ended up being a wizard and witch, but the rest of my family are squibs and married to muggles. They aren't really fond of anyone that does end up having magical abilities though. I don't really understand how people can dislike or even hate anyone just because of their blood status or if they can produce magic or not. I feel like you should just get to know people first."
“It’s a gift from my grandfather,” Bridget answered about her question of the rock. She nodded and swept her eyes towards the door of the cabin as she started to wonder when the candy trolley would end up coming. Jane understood that her short answer ment she didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to make Bridget uncomfortable by constantly questioning her, but she was trying to think of something else they could talk about as she knew the subjects they were discussing could be intrusive. "So, have you gotten anything off the trolley before?" Jane asked in an attempt to change the subject.
Jane Owens | First Year | Hufflepuff
14 Jul 2019, 02:10
First Impressions
"I have relatives that married muggles. I never see a lot of my relatives, because they basically cast out my parents once they were accepted into Hogwarts. I see a few of my cousins that are muggles and that's only once or twice a year maybe. We used to have fun but now I think they are starting to not like me either because I was accepted into Hogwarts..." Jane responded to Bridget's revealing of her Muggle heritage. There was no condescending note in her voice, just a girl who understood and didn't care about that sort of prejudice.
"I'm Wizard-born. My parents both ended up being a wizard and witch, but the rest of my family are squibs and married to muggles. They aren't really fond of anyone that does end up having magical abilities though. I don't really understand how people can dislike or even hate anyone just because of their blood status or if they can produce magic or not. I feel like you should just get to know people first," Jane added. Bridget was intrigued to hear about her family. She had read about Squibs last year, but the books had mostly mentioned a single squib in a family, a few at most. Jane's family appeared to be entirely composed of Squibs, except from her immediate family. Also, she once again thought Jane would end up in Hufflepuff. She was very accepting, and Bridget was pretty sure judging people before you knew them was a bit of a Slytherin thing.
Bridget inwardly realized how similar they were. Pureblood and Muggle-born, outgoing and shy, but otherwise quite similar. It sounded as though they had both been born into a loving immediate family but had... rocky relationships with the rest of their family, to say the least. Jane's cousins despised her for being gifted with magic, something they would never have. Most of Bridget's cousins didn't like her not because of her magic (which they of course didn't know about), but because she was different.
Thankfully, Jane took the hint that Bridget didn't want to talk about the rock. It was a reminder of her grandfather who she didn't get to see anywhere near enough, but also a token from the best part of her summer. He had been the only person not to change while she was away at Hogwarts.
Jane skillfully changed the topic of discussion. "So, have you gotten anything off the trolley before?"
"No, I haven't. My brother, Matthew, is attending college to become a surgeon, which is pretty expensive, so my parents gave me money to buy my school supplies with just a little extra. I want a pet, so I've been saving my spare Knuts," Bridget replied quickly. This was an easy topic to answer. The trolley kept conversation far away from touchy personal manners (her parents certainly weren't poor).
"Oh, and I really don't know what the different candies are," she added. This actually could be beneficial--Jane, after all, had to know about the different kinds of treats magical children enjoyed.
"I'm Wizard-born. My parents both ended up being a wizard and witch, but the rest of my family are squibs and married to muggles. They aren't really fond of anyone that does end up having magical abilities though. I don't really understand how people can dislike or even hate anyone just because of their blood status or if they can produce magic or not. I feel like you should just get to know people first," Jane added. Bridget was intrigued to hear about her family. She had read about Squibs last year, but the books had mostly mentioned a single squib in a family, a few at most. Jane's family appeared to be entirely composed of Squibs, except from her immediate family. Also, she once again thought Jane would end up in Hufflepuff. She was very accepting, and Bridget was pretty sure judging people before you knew them was a bit of a Slytherin thing.
Bridget inwardly realized how similar they were. Pureblood and Muggle-born, outgoing and shy, but otherwise quite similar. It sounded as though they had both been born into a loving immediate family but had... rocky relationships with the rest of their family, to say the least. Jane's cousins despised her for being gifted with magic, something they would never have. Most of Bridget's cousins didn't like her not because of her magic (which they of course didn't know about), but because she was different.
Thankfully, Jane took the hint that Bridget didn't want to talk about the rock. It was a reminder of her grandfather who she didn't get to see anywhere near enough, but also a token from the best part of her summer. He had been the only person not to change while she was away at Hogwarts.
Jane skillfully changed the topic of discussion. "So, have you gotten anything off the trolley before?"
"No, I haven't. My brother, Matthew, is attending college to become a surgeon, which is pretty expensive, so my parents gave me money to buy my school supplies with just a little extra. I want a pet, so I've been saving my spare Knuts," Bridget replied quickly. This was an easy topic to answer. The trolley kept conversation far away from touchy personal manners (her parents certainly weren't poor).
"Oh, and I really don't know what the different candies are," she added. This actually could be beneficial--Jane, after all, had to know about the different kinds of treats magical children enjoyed.
Phyllis Stanwood (iNPC) • Aislin Darragh (2nd gen) • Alejandros Espinosa (2nd gen iNPC)
14 Jul 2019, 17:44
First Impressions
"No, I haven't. My brother, Matthew, is attending college to become a surgeon, which is pretty expensive, so my parents gave me money to buy my school supplies with just a little extra. I want a pet, so I've been saving my spare Knuts," Bridget had replied. This made Jane realize she hadn't even thought about a pet. She had just been thinking about going to Hogwarts and doing well in all her classes, as well as befriending new people, that she didn't even think about a pet. "What would you like to have as a pet?" She asked, wondering what she would even want for herself.
Neither of Jane's parents had the money to get a pet when they were at Hogwarts since their families were not willing to help them. There were a few family members that snuck them a few sickles or knuts here and there, but each parent on their own were not going to get enough money until maybe their sixth or seventh year. Once her parents met and they had been together during their fourth year at Hogwarts they put their money together then bought a pet they both shared once they came back for their fifth year.
He was a tawny owl that they would use to send letters to during summer break from Hogwarts as they usually stayed at Hogwarts during the winter. Jane's father liked the name Alpha as the owls stature made him seem like he was superior to other owls. Her mother just went along with it as she was happy they both had a pet and would still be able to communicate when not at school. Sadly, the owl passed not long after Jane was born. They liked to say that he must have waited until Jane was happy and settled into their little family until seeing them off.
She thought she would think about a pet over the summer if her parents would let her get one. She also thought about what chores she might be able to do around the house when she would go home or maybe at Hogwarts. "Oh, and I really don't know what the different candies are," Bridget said, which made Jane get excited again. Oh, she loved wizarding candies. "Have you seen chocolate frogs? The chocolate frog is okay, but a lot of people collect the cards in the packaging. I like the licorice wands, which I guess really just looks like a stick of licorice. My favorite are the pumpkin pasties and pumpkin juice. We could try a couple things if you'd like. My parents gave me a few galleons to get something on the way to Hogwarts. But I'd be happy to share!" Jane offered her. She had no problem sharing the money she had been given. It was all about the experiences after all.
Neither of Jane's parents had the money to get a pet when they were at Hogwarts since their families were not willing to help them. There were a few family members that snuck them a few sickles or knuts here and there, but each parent on their own were not going to get enough money until maybe their sixth or seventh year. Once her parents met and they had been together during their fourth year at Hogwarts they put their money together then bought a pet they both shared once they came back for their fifth year.
He was a tawny owl that they would use to send letters to during summer break from Hogwarts as they usually stayed at Hogwarts during the winter. Jane's father liked the name Alpha as the owls stature made him seem like he was superior to other owls. Her mother just went along with it as she was happy they both had a pet and would still be able to communicate when not at school. Sadly, the owl passed not long after Jane was born. They liked to say that he must have waited until Jane was happy and settled into their little family until seeing them off.
She thought she would think about a pet over the summer if her parents would let her get one. She also thought about what chores she might be able to do around the house when she would go home or maybe at Hogwarts. "Oh, and I really don't know what the different candies are," Bridget said, which made Jane get excited again. Oh, she loved wizarding candies. "Have you seen chocolate frogs? The chocolate frog is okay, but a lot of people collect the cards in the packaging. I like the licorice wands, which I guess really just looks like a stick of licorice. My favorite are the pumpkin pasties and pumpkin juice. We could try a couple things if you'd like. My parents gave me a few galleons to get something on the way to Hogwarts. But I'd be happy to share!" Jane offered her. She had no problem sharing the money she had been given. It was all about the experiences after all.
Jane Owens | First Year | Hufflepuff