Meeting
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First days weren’t Elizabeth’s kind of thing, not really. She got excited and nervous easily, because her mother fussed over her a lot. But met with the warm halls of Hogwarts and the people around her, she thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad.
Elizabeth was sorted into Gryffindor, she knew it when the sorting hat was placed on her head. Her father was a Gryffindor too when he was a student, and she heard some stories and fairytales about it. Be brave, be loyal, she could do that, it seemed.
Her robes and uniform felt lighter now that the chaos of the Great Hall had passed. Despite the Prefect’s warnings about first years staying close, she wanted to discover, to see those things her father mentioned. So she wandered around the halls, heavy textbooks tucked in her arms, and her eyes darting around excitedly.
She thought she was alone, or maybe she hoped she was. But the approaching footsteps from the hall made her panick for a moment. She quickly turned around, trying to be brave as she stepped closer to the shadows stretching on the floor.
“Who is it?” Elizabeth asked curiously, if it was a professor she could get in trouble. So she hoped it wasn’t. She was also kind of…Well, irritated. Whoever it was ruined her quiet walk.
Footsteps and Rebellions
Reducio
Anyone can join in
First days weren’t Elizabeth’s kind of thing, not really. She got excited and nervous easily, because her mother fussed over her a lot. But met with the warm halls of Hogwarts and the people around her, she thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad.
Elizabeth was sorted into Gryffindor, she knew it when the sorting hat was placed on her head. Her father was a Gryffindor too when he was a student, and she heard some stories and fairytales about it. Be brave, be loyal, she could do that, it seemed.
Her robes and uniform felt lighter now that the chaos of the Great Hall had passed. Despite the Prefect’s warnings about first years staying close, she wanted to discover, to see those things her father mentioned. So she wandered around the halls, heavy textbooks tucked in her arms, and her eyes darting around excitedly.
She thought she was alone, or maybe she hoped she was. But the approaching footsteps from the hall made her panick for a moment. She quickly turned around, trying to be brave as she stepped closer to the shadows stretching on the floor.
“Who is it?” Elizabeth asked curiously, if it was a professor she could get in trouble. So she hoped it wasn’t. She was also kind of…Well, irritated. Whoever it was ruined her quiet walk.
Meeting
Nicole walked around the quieter parts of the castle, soaking up the ambiance. As she walked, she heard a faint voice coming from the hall. A reluctant voice. "Who's it?" The voice was a young one, and she was not alone in the peaceful grounds of the castle. She advanced by slow degrees, lest she frighten anyone. Her footsteps rang on the stone floor. She turned the corner and found a first-year girl hugging a pile of heavy textbooks to her chest. She wore Gryffindor robes that were a little too long, the sleeves falling over her fingers, and her body language was tense, as if she’d been surprised. Nicole approached with care, maintaining a respectful distance to avoid overwhelming the first-year girl.
Nicole stepped up carefully, giving the first-year girl a respectful space so as not to crowd her. Her voice was soft, designed to comfort herself and to prevent any sense of being in trouble. It’s a scene that captures the innocence and vulnerability of the first-year students as the term begins, wide-eyed and trying to hide their nerves in the busy corridors. The girl dropped her shoulders some, but Nicole held her ground. Nicole’s eyes flickered to the books the girl held tight, then dropped back to her face. Her voice was warm and soft as she reassured the girl, “You’re fine. Just passing through.”
She stepped aside, letting the girl keep exploring the castle. The castle was so big, it was often too much, especially on the first day. Nicole knew this. She also wanted the girl to get a feel for the hugeness of her surroundings without feeling hemmed in.
Nicole stepped up carefully, giving the first-year girl a respectful space so as not to crowd her. Her voice was soft, designed to comfort herself and to prevent any sense of being in trouble. It’s a scene that captures the innocence and vulnerability of the first-year students as the term begins, wide-eyed and trying to hide their nerves in the busy corridors. The girl dropped her shoulders some, but Nicole held her ground. Nicole’s eyes flickered to the books the girl held tight, then dropped back to her face. Her voice was warm and soft as she reassured the girl, “You’re fine. Just passing through.”
She stepped aside, letting the girl keep exploring the castle. The castle was so big, it was often too much, especially on the first day. Nicole knew this. She also wanted the girl to get a feel for the hugeness of her surroundings without feeling hemmed in.