25 Nov 2022, 02:26
It was an accident.
Daydreaming was certainly not a foreign concept to Cathy. Now, while she tried her best to remain as studious and focused as possible on schoolwork, that didn't necessarily apply to her free time. She was a dreamer at heart. Concepts always danced around her head, whether they be little cute story ideas or simple questions that she felt should be answered. The hat wasn't wrong when it remarked on her curiosity, as she found herself currently in a rabbit hole of thoughts on a singular concept.
Ghosts. Those frightening specters told in tales only spoke of in a fearsome tone just above a whisper. Cathy had, to be honest, never really thought too much about them. She never was much of a fan of things that made you scared, honestly she still was a tad unnerved at a dark basement even at 11. Yet, her arrival at Hogwarts had made her be forced to confront these beings head-on, literally.
Cathy had found herself wandering to Transfiguration and suddenly she was walking through the cold, chilling body of a dead man. She could suppress a scream. Well, her response seemed to have surprised the spirit as well as he also looked taken aback.
Cathy was going to scream again, before the ghost had shown they meant no harm. Simply holding his hands up in a mock-surrender position, he simply informed the child he was not at all dangerous and was overall, a very cheery man. Cathy had sheepishly apologized for the outburst she had and he accepted with a laugh as well as disarming wave of the hand. The friendly ghost was then off to make his rounds and Cathy found herself just barely arriving to class on time, thank heavens she had left early.
The awkward first interaction had left her with a sour taste in her mouth. If she was honest, the existence of ghosts gave her a bit of existential crisis. I mean, what does this mean for the afterlife? The more she thought about it, the more unnerved she became. Her Irish Catholic upbringing was VERY MUCH being tested. She looked more into it at the library and soon learned that ghosts were physical manifestations of a dead wizard who chose to impose a physical copy of themselves onto the earth rather than go to the afterlife, she was more sad than unnerved.
I mean, to watch the world go by, your friends all get old, pass on, without you? What an awful experience that must have been. Her heart ached for the jolly man who she had met in the hallway. Sympathy felt wrong almost, he didn't seem unhappy, but still, she can imagine how much pain it must have been for him, well perhaps he needed a friend. She didn't want to admit it, but maybe she needed one too.
So, that's where she was currently, thinking of a gift to get her new ghost friend. I mean, it was quite rude to scream at someone, even if he was a ghost, and Cathy she should own up to that. Might as well do a kind deed if she could. So, while she was pondering what a man from who-knows-when might enjoy as a gift, she found herself getting sucked into her own little world. A mind-space if you will, it's a blessing and curse for the young girl. Yes, it allows for clearer thought process and better planning, but it also made for horrible self-awareness. Cathy found herself bumping onto walls more often than she'd like to. And so, that formula struck again. Cathy found herself not paying attention to the outside world and with a loud -SMACK!- she felt her body hit a force. She flew back a little, body almost bouncing back and she found herself taking a few steps in reserve. The hit had momentarily dazed her and she blinked for a few moments, mind racing to catch up. Her eyes scanned the scene, before landing on what she hit. To her horror, it wasn't a wall or pillar or a door no.....
It was a boy.
She felt a mixture of horror and worry pass through her as she gazed upon the poor boy she had just unintentionally thrown to the ground. He looked upon her age and the yellow robes meant they were house-mates. Nonetheless, Cathy immediately worked on trying her best to better the situation.
"Oh gosh! O-oh gosh! I'm so sorry- I wasn't paying attention! A-are you alright?" The girl frantically questioned, eyes wide with anxiety and guilt. Oh dear, she'd just hurt this poor boy. A mumble of sounds escaped her, a symphony of whimpers and stutters. She looked around for a moment, head going from side to side to see if she could ask anyone else for help, and then she turned back to her accidental victim on the floor.
"Oh dear, I-I'm so sorry, I just-I'm so clumsy, here, let me help you up," She offered, bending down a little bit holding her hand out, remorse evident on her face.
Ghosts. Those frightening specters told in tales only spoke of in a fearsome tone just above a whisper. Cathy had, to be honest, never really thought too much about them. She never was much of a fan of things that made you scared, honestly she still was a tad unnerved at a dark basement even at 11. Yet, her arrival at Hogwarts had made her be forced to confront these beings head-on, literally.
Cathy had found herself wandering to Transfiguration and suddenly she was walking through the cold, chilling body of a dead man. She could suppress a scream. Well, her response seemed to have surprised the spirit as well as he also looked taken aback.
Cathy was going to scream again, before the ghost had shown they meant no harm. Simply holding his hands up in a mock-surrender position, he simply informed the child he was not at all dangerous and was overall, a very cheery man. Cathy had sheepishly apologized for the outburst she had and he accepted with a laugh as well as disarming wave of the hand. The friendly ghost was then off to make his rounds and Cathy found herself just barely arriving to class on time, thank heavens she had left early.
The awkward first interaction had left her with a sour taste in her mouth. If she was honest, the existence of ghosts gave her a bit of existential crisis. I mean, what does this mean for the afterlife? The more she thought about it, the more unnerved she became. Her Irish Catholic upbringing was VERY MUCH being tested. She looked more into it at the library and soon learned that ghosts were physical manifestations of a dead wizard who chose to impose a physical copy of themselves onto the earth rather than go to the afterlife, she was more sad than unnerved.
I mean, to watch the world go by, your friends all get old, pass on, without you? What an awful experience that must have been. Her heart ached for the jolly man who she had met in the hallway. Sympathy felt wrong almost, he didn't seem unhappy, but still, she can imagine how much pain it must have been for him, well perhaps he needed a friend. She didn't want to admit it, but maybe she needed one too.
So, that's where she was currently, thinking of a gift to get her new ghost friend. I mean, it was quite rude to scream at someone, even if he was a ghost, and Cathy she should own up to that. Might as well do a kind deed if she could. So, while she was pondering what a man from who-knows-when might enjoy as a gift, she found herself getting sucked into her own little world. A mind-space if you will, it's a blessing and curse for the young girl. Yes, it allows for clearer thought process and better planning, but it also made for horrible self-awareness. Cathy found herself bumping onto walls more often than she'd like to. And so, that formula struck again. Cathy found herself not paying attention to the outside world and with a loud -SMACK!- she felt her body hit a force. She flew back a little, body almost bouncing back and she found herself taking a few steps in reserve. The hit had momentarily dazed her and she blinked for a few moments, mind racing to catch up. Her eyes scanned the scene, before landing on what she hit. To her horror, it wasn't a wall or pillar or a door no.....
It was a boy.
She felt a mixture of horror and worry pass through her as she gazed upon the poor boy she had just unintentionally thrown to the ground. He looked upon her age and the yellow robes meant they were house-mates. Nonetheless, Cathy immediately worked on trying her best to better the situation.
"Oh gosh! O-oh gosh! I'm so sorry- I wasn't paying attention! A-are you alright?" The girl frantically questioned, eyes wide with anxiety and guilt. Oh dear, she'd just hurt this poor boy. A mumble of sounds escaped her, a symphony of whimpers and stutters. She looked around for a moment, head going from side to side to see if she could ask anyone else for help, and then she turned back to her accidental victim on the floor.
"Oh dear, I-I'm so sorry, I just-I'm so clumsy, here, let me help you up," She offered, bending down a little bit holding her hand out, remorse evident on her face.
26 Nov 2022, 02:52
It was an accident.
November 27th, 2022
224/200
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André was going to the library to do a bit of studying before his next classes as much as he didn't like it with all the shelves... It was so easy to get lost! You could just be looking for a book for a quick read and be searching for what might be an hour!
He really didn't like going there to read, but it was a nice place to study. As long as you didn't go into the shelves to much you should be fine. André hated how big the school was, the hallways confused him way to much.
As he was walking making his way to the maze of a library. He, no someone bumped into him sending him to the ground. It was a girl, a housemate. She was also in hufflepuff he could tell by her robes. She seemed sorry, Immediately apologizing. "don't worry I'm good. nothings broken, I didn't fall that hard" he laughed a little, even though that wasn't very funny. She offed him her hand, and it would be to rude not to take it. André grabbed her hand and and got up.
As he wasn't in that much of a rush to the library he would chat with the girl, as long as she wanted to. "I'm André. First year hufflepuff, what's your name?" he asked.
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26 Nov 2022, 03:12
It was an accident.
She pulled the boy up immediately, listening to his replies. A wave of relief came over at the mention of him being okay. She heard a bit of laughter from him and found herself more at ease. She gave a small smile at him, he was good sport about the whole 'barreling into him' thing. She was a little taken a back by his friendliness.
She held out her hand for a shake, "Um, My name's Cathy. I'm in first year as well,"she spoke, tone soft and her Irish accent stuck out like a sore thumb. André...Hm, that was a unique name! She liked the sound of it! She'd never heard of anyone with that name before, then again she'd met a lot of people with interesting names here. Pure-blood kids especially seemed to have very fancy names that were sometimes ancient roman in origin. But either way, it was pleasant sounding.
A thought entered her mind and the smile that she had been wearing since the boy's reply had vanished, oh no she probably made him late to something. A bitter taste left her mouth as she felt guilt rise again, she had better ask and make sure there was no harm on all bases.
"Um, where were you off to? You weren't rushing anywhere were you?" she asked, a trace of worry in her voice. Oh man, she hoped she hadn't messed up this poor boy's day any further.
She held out her hand for a shake, "Um, My name's Cathy. I'm in first year as well,"she spoke, tone soft and her Irish accent stuck out like a sore thumb. André...Hm, that was a unique name! She liked the sound of it! She'd never heard of anyone with that name before, then again she'd met a lot of people with interesting names here. Pure-blood kids especially seemed to have very fancy names that were sometimes ancient roman in origin. But either way, it was pleasant sounding.
A thought entered her mind and the smile that she had been wearing since the boy's reply had vanished, oh no she probably made him late to something. A bitter taste left her mouth as she felt guilt rise again, she had better ask and make sure there was no harm on all bases.
"Um, where were you off to? You weren't rushing anywhere were you?" she asked, a trace of worry in her voice. Oh man, she hoped she hadn't messed up this poor boy's day any further.
26 Nov 2022, 05:12
It was an accident.
November 27th, 2022
208/200
interacting: @Catherine Drea
mentioning: @n/a
English | French | Russian
she introduced herself as Cathy, and André found out she was also in her first year. He couldn't help but notice her accent. "Your accent, Irish right? Are you from Ireland? I myself am from London" he asked, and informed her. Another thing he couldn't help but notice was how much taller he was compared to her. I mean! He had to be at least a foot taller.
She asked were he was headed of to, and if he was rushing. To which he scoffed at, not trying to be fund but to say 'as if' "Nah I'm not in a rush at all, I'm heading to the library. Im not to fond of the library... Anyways! Im Just going to do a bit of studying. How bout you? Were are you off to Cathy" he asked, hoping he would stall the trip further.
He really didn't want to head to the library just yet, the fall had put him out of the mood to study and he didn't like the library in the first place. So might as well have a pleasant conversation with a pleasant girl. I mean, she seemed pleasant. You could never really tell what someone's true intentions were until it was to late.
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26 Nov 2022, 16:43
It was an accident.
She looked at the boy, worry still inherently present before the boy surprised her.
A question about her accent, huh, well he hit the nail on the head. Was she really that obvious? Most people didn’t comment on it, only though from Ireland like herself tended to say anything, though that could be out of wanting to be polite. Then again, it wasn’t like she could exactly hide the accent. Before Cathy could think of a response, the boy mentioned his own hometown. London. Huh, that sounds very interesting! She’d never been to London ever since well, this year to catch the Express. London, it seemed like a beautiful city if she was being honest.
”Er, yeah, I’m from Kilkenny, it’s in Southern Ireland,” She clarified. She then had few more questions pop in her head, oh well, she might as well attempt small talk, even though even she knew that she could be awkward at times.
”Um, what’s London like?” She asked, genuine curiosity overtaking her natural shyness. Her eyes met the boy’s-André, really she should start trying to get names attached to faces- and she realized how tall he was in comparison to her. He definitely had a few inches on her, and that was a bit generous. Cathy was always short for her age, much to the confusion of her family. Her mother would always try to make her eat more, but nothing really changed to much. She did have a bit of a growth spurt during the summer, two inches! Her mam just proclaimed her with the label of ‘late bloomer’ and left it at that. And so, the height discussion remained a sort of ‘we’ll cross that bridge when we get there’ kinda thing.
She felt her self ease up when the boy revealed he wasn’t in any hurry and was simply going to study but she felt herself tense up again when the boy asked her a question directly. Cathy never did well under a spotlight and under the mayhem of the situation it took her a second to even remember where indeed she was going.
“Oh-um, oh! I was studying too for a little while, but I still confused on s-something so I was heading to the defense against the dark arts room to ask the teacher a few questions…..I’m not so great in that class,” She sheepishly admitted. It was true, while her effort in the class was admirable it was going nowhere. See, what tended to happen was that the spell would go wrong due to her nerves getting in the way, as she would imagine herself fighting these real creatures. So the class about fighting monsters, some possibly endangering your life, was undoubtedly a little bit of a stressor for the young timid child. But, she tended to get the spells right, usually after some encouragement from the teacher. It just took time is all.
A question about her accent, huh, well he hit the nail on the head. Was she really that obvious? Most people didn’t comment on it, only though from Ireland like herself tended to say anything, though that could be out of wanting to be polite. Then again, it wasn’t like she could exactly hide the accent. Before Cathy could think of a response, the boy mentioned his own hometown. London. Huh, that sounds very interesting! She’d never been to London ever since well, this year to catch the Express. London, it seemed like a beautiful city if she was being honest.
”Er, yeah, I’m from Kilkenny, it’s in Southern Ireland,” She clarified. She then had few more questions pop in her head, oh well, she might as well attempt small talk, even though even she knew that she could be awkward at times.
”Um, what’s London like?” She asked, genuine curiosity overtaking her natural shyness. Her eyes met the boy’s-André, really she should start trying to get names attached to faces- and she realized how tall he was in comparison to her. He definitely had a few inches on her, and that was a bit generous. Cathy was always short for her age, much to the confusion of her family. Her mother would always try to make her eat more, but nothing really changed to much. She did have a bit of a growth spurt during the summer, two inches! Her mam just proclaimed her with the label of ‘late bloomer’ and left it at that. And so, the height discussion remained a sort of ‘we’ll cross that bridge when we get there’ kinda thing.
She felt her self ease up when the boy revealed he wasn’t in any hurry and was simply going to study but she felt herself tense up again when the boy asked her a question directly. Cathy never did well under a spotlight and under the mayhem of the situation it took her a second to even remember where indeed she was going.
“Oh-um, oh! I was studying too for a little while, but I still confused on s-something so I was heading to the defense against the dark arts room to ask the teacher a few questions…..I’m not so great in that class,” She sheepishly admitted. It was true, while her effort in the class was admirable it was going nowhere. See, what tended to happen was that the spell would go wrong due to her nerves getting in the way, as she would imagine herself fighting these real creatures. So the class about fighting monsters, some possibly endangering your life, was undoubtedly a little bit of a stressor for the young timid child. But, she tended to get the spells right, usually after some encouragement from the teacher. It just took time is all.