Something Like A New Start PV Closed

@Amara Dragamior

The older girl nodded slightly when Amara revealed she was a second year. That made sense. The girl's tone was a bit harsher than it had been previously, which made Ana want to roll her eyes slightly. She was gracing this girl with her presence and conversation, what more was she supposed to do? Ana ignored the fact that she was actually somewhat grateful to have someone to talk to and not have to be reminded of her summer and her mother. After the blow-up that had happened with Eyre on the platform, she somehow doubted that her relationships with her closest friends would be smooth sailing this year. They just all knew her far too well for her liking. They would be able to tell that something was up with her when all she wanted to do was not think about that.

"Third year, Gryffindor," Ana told the girl, continuing to pick at the chocolate frog. God, she couldn't even think about her own bloody house without being reminded of her parents' disappointment at her sorting. She was a proud Gryffindor, and anyone you asked would definitely agree that there was no other house for the heiress, but there was still a part of her that wished she could have just done what her parents wanted. Would things have turned out differently if Ana had been in Slytherin like she was 'supposed' to be? She knew that being in Gryffindor had certainly allowed her to explore herself and her wants more, but wasn't that what had lead to all of this? If she could have just been the dutiful perfect daughter she was supposed to be, she wouldn't have been disowned, her father wouldn't be in jail, and her mother would still be alive. No matter how she came at this issue, it always came back to that. This was her fault.

"No, I'm alright, thank you," Ana said politely if somewhat distractedly. The last thing she wanted to deal with right now was her thoughts of guilt and so of course, that was all she could think about. She almost hoped that the other girl brought up something, just about anything to distract her. She wasn't terrible for a second year, and really anything was better than Ana's current thoughts.

@Amara Dragamior

The Gryffindor's focus shifted to the window for a moment, but was brought back to the compartment and its other occupant when Amara sat closer to Ana. She wasn't sure why the girl had chosen to move closer to someone who was so clearly emotional at best and explosive at worst. Even before this summer, there had been all sorts of rumors about what Ana did flying around the school. While a handful of them were based on the truth of Ana's volatile temper, most of them were just absurd and she easily ignored them.

Squeezing one hand in the other as though the pressure would keep her tethered to that moment instead of reliving that night for the millionth time, she glanced back at Amara and arched an eyebrow slightly at her words. The mention of snakes and lions gave Ana the impression that Amara was mentioning her own house. A Slytherin then, Ana supposed. Still, her words struck Ana as rather odd, since she generally didn't consider other students as prey. Then again, given her actions in the past several years, she might need to reconsider that.

She sighed slightly. Her mind confused her. How could she feel so alone and desperate for human contact and her friends, while at the same time, wanting nothing more than to be left alone? Somehow she wanted nothing more than a hug from a friend, but she also couldn't bear the thought of being that vulnerable to anyone.

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[font=Blackadder itc]Coded by Rafael D'Spacito[/font]

As the hillside rolls in and out, as the train weaves through the Scottish countryside, two girls sit in the said train, each lost in their own head.

The brunette- clutched by the dark, depressive feelings of despair, loneliness, and confusion.

The blonde- lost in the abyss of love, excitement, fear, and hope.

The girls have chatted here and there, neither revealing their true thoughts, desires, and hatreds, but the blonde can sense. A blast of a horn sends the blonde jumping up. They are about to arrive at school, about to arrive at Hogwarts.

Amara goes to grab her small, carry on bag where she is keeping her robes. Grabbing the comforting, black garments, the Dragamior heir stands to pull it over her shoulders. The satisfying click of the clasp echos throughout the small compartment.

With a small smile and wave, Amara steps out of the small, velvet compartment and into the main section of the train. All around, you can hear the surprise, excitement, and joy surrounding students of all ages and creed. With one more bellow of steam, the train stops and pulls up into the station. First years are ushered one way, older students another. But all are being ushered to another chapter of their lives.

@Amara Dragamior

Aara confused Ana a bit, and she wasn't entirely certain how she felt about the blonde. Still, it was better than her fighting with Eyre or dealing with her aunt, so she was willing to accept the company. The ride slipped away in comfortable quiet. As they neared the school, Anastasia ducked out to get changed into her uniform. Classes didn't start for nearly a week, but school robes were required for the sorting ceremony. Something about making the first years feel like they fit in or a sense of unity or something.

Ana felt like she was standing at the precipice over an abyss of darkness. Like she was on the verge of falling in. Except there was nothing holding her back and the slightest breeze would send her tumbling. For much of her life, she had been tipping her toes in when it fancied her, but it seemed this was the year that she would be completely submerged. Whether she was to leap in or fall remained to be seen.

The train pulled up and she nodded politely at the blonde before exiting the compartment, her trunk floating in front of her. She wasn't sure what lay ahead, but she didn't see how it could be worse than what lay in her past.