Outsiders PV Katrina Walker Finished

Tension hung in the disused classroom like a veil of mist. Despite the girls' attempts to be friendly, both left a certain awkwardness with every word they spoke. Bridget wanted to trust Katrina. She really did. But especially now, after the attack from people who were supposed to be her family here, every ounce of her screamed about how the brunette couldn't just trust the lion, at least not yet. It had been so much easier to trust Thora, what with the circumstances they'd been dealt. Guilt panged in the small girl's chest. Katrina looked almost on the verge of tears, and it was all Bridget's fault for being so closed-off, so distrustful.

Now, Bridget felt that choking sensation of the threat of crying, but it wasn't Katrina's fault--no, it was hers, her fault for being so terribly awful. It certainly wouldn't be fair for her to cry though, so as per usual, she swallowed her tears.

"My arm's fine," she said with finality, despite the fact first-aid knowledgeable Katrina probably knew that wasn't entirely true. "I-I should really go.. I've got loads of homework..."

It was true, but it seemed cruel to leave Katrina feeling bad. But what could she say? She'd never been good with words or mending this sort of strain. How was it that she'd been the one holding Jemima and Lizzy together? The thought seemed inconceivable with how badly she'd bludgeoned this.

The hazel-eyed girl rose to her feet and grabbed her satchel. Her legs turned out to be shaky so she made quick steps for the doors in an attempt to hide the sign of weakness. She'd just stepped out when she stopped herself, turning back towards the other girl with one hand still on the doorpost. The snake had left the Library hastily too, and she didn't want to mess up again, at least in that way.

"Thank you." It was the least Bridget could say to repay Katrina for her kindness. A hundred thoughts still drifting through her head, words she didn't know how to say, she left the room.

Katrina noticed Bridget itching to leave. They both seemed extremely awkward. She seemed on the verge of tears but Katrina suspected it wasn't from the injury- although Katrina wished she could help it more. The snake mentioned homework and Katrina realized how much she needed to get back to that too.

Bridget stood up all too fast and was almost out of the door before Katrina could say anything. Katrina noticed that Bridget was slightly shaky and she knew that Bridget needed to slow down. The Slytherin could black out if she wasn't careful. The gash on her arm was surprisingly deep and Bridget would be lucky if it didn't leave a scar.

Bridget stopped before leaving much to Katrina's surprise. "You're welcome." Katrina paused, "And be careful." She didn't mention why, because it seemed to odd. The Gryffindor added a genuine smile as she gathered her things and left the room after Bridget.

She strode slowly down the hallways, her shoes echoing on the large walls. She passed the moving staircase and into the Gryffindor common room. She hoped she had made a good impression. And from now on Katrina knew to avoid that trio. She opened her worn journal and began to drew the fireplace lost in her thoughts.

Katrina Walker exits thread