Back when I was younger
Date: 03/14/2026 | Time: 10:00 | Location: Hereee | Outfit: na ✦Aphrodite sat in the corner of the ballroon with her notebook and a pincel , she was writing a new song cause thats what she did best ! It was a Saturday so she wanst in her robes just a plain white button up and a pladed brown skirt with heels , Aphrodite enjoyed time by herself her at hogwarts , well mostly by herself , her brother had also gotten gryffindor and constantly bugged her , which annoyed her very much , but all said and done she had ment any new friends really in her first year so far , not that she didnt want to she was just a lil shy , some would say but once you knew her she would not leave you alone ! Anyways back to what shes doing , she was humming a tune as she tapped her pincel on the paper " do rei mi..." voice crack , she groaned , and tried again " do , rei , mi , fa , so..." and another voice crack , she slammed her notebook down next to where she was sitting on the floor in frustration " what is wrong..." she said to herself as she pulled her knees up to her chest " usually I never have a voice crack ? right ?" She said around to herself , she wouldn't cry , no cause to her that make her feel weak , and shes weak , shes strong and can get through this right ? But she stayed with her knees to her chest and looking at the floor , she wanted her childhood friend back is what also made her upset , its been years but she still remembers her... .────────────────────────────────↳ Interacting With: @Iridia Calathes
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♡ uptown girl ~ Aphrodite ♡
Back when I was younger
Iridia Calathes
Iridia was sat with a quill in hand. Tapping it against her hand as she stared down at the parchment in-front of her, ok the rehearsal room wasn’t for writing, but she found it pretty relaxing, especially the music played around her. She didn’t know- she wasn’t sure how to write this letter to her parents. She hadn’t got in any of the respective houses that her family, both sides, expected. It was always going to, or was supposed to be, Gryffindor or Slytherin, HufflePuff had never been an option. Her grandparents on her mother’s side were to be furious, no one had ever been sorted outside of slytherin, she was sure of it. She groaned as she rubbed her face, and crushed the parchment into a ball, stuffing it into her robes pocket.
She glanced over towards a fellow first year, unsure of what house, but definitely a first year. She seemed quite distressed, and after a few moments of hesitation, Iridia walked over, putting her quill away.
“Err…excuse me? Are you ok? You seem a bit stressed…are you upset? Did something happen?”
Her eyes looked over the girl, looking for any signs that she had been injured, or maybe that was panicking. Just incase she needed to go to the nurse. Father always said caring for people as heir was good, as it could mean good connections later on, and also favours if they were needed.
“My name is Iridia, Iridia Calathes, do you need some help?”
Iridia was sat with a quill in hand. Tapping it against her hand as she stared down at the parchment in-front of her, ok the rehearsal room wasn’t for writing, but she found it pretty relaxing, especially the music played around her. She didn’t know- she wasn’t sure how to write this letter to her parents. She hadn’t got in any of the respective houses that her family, both sides, expected. It was always going to, or was supposed to be, Gryffindor or Slytherin, HufflePuff had never been an option. Her grandparents on her mother’s side were to be furious, no one had ever been sorted outside of slytherin, she was sure of it. She groaned as she rubbed her face, and crushed the parchment into a ball, stuffing it into her robes pocket.
She glanced over towards a fellow first year, unsure of what house, but definitely a first year. She seemed quite distressed, and after a few moments of hesitation, Iridia walked over, putting her quill away.
“Err…excuse me? Are you ok? You seem a bit stressed…are you upset? Did something happen?”
Her eyes looked over the girl, looking for any signs that she had been injured, or maybe that was panicking. Just incase she needed to go to the nurse. Father always said caring for people as heir was good, as it could mean good connections later on, and also favours if they were needed.
“My name is Iridia, Iridia Calathes, do you need some help?”
If I fall, would anyone hear me?