Not Alone After All
Reducio
IC DATE: 8 Jan 2026 (THU)
OOC DATE: 8 Jan 2026 (THU)
MOOD:
OUTFIT:
Blue - Ruby talking
Yellow - Others speaking
Purple - Ruby thinking
@Rafal Devereux
P.S. She doesn’t have the Tamagotchi, and Monster. For the hair, she used her Comb of Vanity, which styles the owner’s hair into any way they want.
OOC DATE: 8 Jan 2026 (THU)
MOOD:
OUTFIT:
Blue - Ruby talking
Yellow - Others speaking
Purple - Ruby thinking
@Rafal Devereux
P.S. She doesn’t have the Tamagotchi, and Monster. For the hair, she used her Comb of Vanity, which styles the owner’s hair into any way they want.
Ruby adjusts her choker, rubbing the spikes for luck. She digs her hand in her pocket, feeling the aluminum can of Coca-Cola. If I can shoot this, I’ll have another gulp, she says, raising her voice determinedly. She stoops down and grabs the recurve bow near her feet. Ruby’s eyes narrow. She plucks an arrow from her quiver and nocks it. Ένα, δύο, τρία… The arrow flies rapidly towards… CRAP! I LOST IT! Ruby facepalms and runs to a few trees relatively near the Forbidden Forest. That birch tree in the middle… Ruby pulls the arrow from its trunk and jogs to the sun-drenched, quiet, and serene spot in the Hogwarts courtyard where she went to chill out and dissociate the most. Anywhere the sun was? Ruby’s going to spend her time there. You can bet two hundred thousand Galleons she would. The nymph-like girl wipes some sweat from her brow. That was a close one, she pants. If it went too far, the centaurs would have flayed me alive. She smiles and nocks the arrow again, its peacock feather rocking in sync with the gentle breeze. Ένα, δύο, τρία, τέσσερα, πέντε, έξι, επτά, οκτώ, εννέα, δέκα, έντεκα, δώδεκα, δεκατρία… ΠΑΩ! The arrow hits the target she set up on an olive tree’s trunk. BULLSEYE! YAY! Then… footsteps. She freezes.