25 Mar 2023, 08:41
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What had Ava been expecting upon her arrival back to Hogwarts? Cheers, a parade in her honor? People asking for her autograph? No, none of that would happen outside of her dreams. Because reality was harsh, and it never lived up to your dreams expectations. Ava would need to learn that quickly. Her dreams were no more real than the crowds gathered waiting for her.
If a crowd were ever to gather, you could count on it being a series of boo’s and angry shouts. No one wanted Ava to return. Why would they, when she put them at risk? Wasn’t she allegedly a cold blooded killer? Rumors flew faster than Firebolts, and most didn’t even have a kernel of truth in them. She used an unforgivable curse and snuck into the ravenclaw dorms, some said. Others would disagree, saying she had used an ax to lop off a kids head. No one could be expected to know what actually happened. But one thing was clear in each of the rumors. She was the villain.
You would think Ava would know not to make her arrival big. But she stuck out like a sore thumb, smiling to anyone who drew near. And it was true, you could see her phony smile from miles away. She would need to fix that quickly. She would need to fix many things. And she would. Eventually.
On the particular Monday, Ava was trying to figure out what class to go to. She had lost track of time, wandering aimlessly through the various shelves in the library, and was almost late to her next class. Few were left in the halls at this time, and even they were rushing, each having a place to be. She rushed towards one of these stragglers, coming in front of them. “What time is it?” She asked.
Upon no response, she would ask another question. “What class is next?” The person didn’t slow down their speedy pace. Ava would have to take initiative.
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27 Mar 2023, 18:26
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KYLE JACKSON WAGNER
Herbology was never Kyle's strong suit, it never was- but it really wasn't when he wasn't listening. He always hated having OCD. He'd always go into disturbing daydreams inside his mind, but anyone on the inside just saw a creepy male staring into space, looking like he'd gone into a trance. It was even worse when he was smiling during the daydream- he looked very creepy. Which is why he didn't have a lot of friends. He wasn't popular, but he wasn't unpopular either. He was more like, don't go near him. It won't end well. Not that he was complaining, But it did get rather depressing sometimes.
Kyle was in Herbology, and he didn't even have a clue what he was supposed to be doing- he was having his OCD daydreams about murdering random people in creative ways. But compared to his normal daydreams, this was a very pleasant daydream. When he came back to earth, he realized he was way to far behind to get started. He asked the professor if he could use the bathroom, and the professor said yes. He left the classroom, and just loitered around in the hallways, deciding to ditch Herbology.
He leaned up against a wall, just wishing he was normal, like he did everyday. He wished he was still in Germany. If only his stupid dad hadn't thrown a fit since his mom could do magic and he couldn't.
Kyle had just realized he'd been standing there too long. If he didn't hurry, he would be late to his next class. So he grabbed his bags and hurried toward his next class.
As he was heading to his class, he saw something he didn't see everyday. A criminal roaming free. It was a student, he had heard the rumors, it was Ava Somebody who tried to murder this Slytherin kid. And of course, this girl tried to talk to Kyle.
"What time is it?" She asked. Kyle didn't slow down. Actually, he walked faster. "What class is next?"
That actually made him stop. He didn't even know that himself. He stood there in silence for a moment. Then turned to the girl. He'd ask, then leave.
"Do you know? Cause I don't. And I've lost my schedule." His voice carried no warmth- he didn't want to show any to a murderer.
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@Ava Winchect
✦ Stamina: 5
✧ Evasion: 3
✦ Strength: 10
✧Wisdom: 2
✦ Arcane Power: 5
✧ Accuracy: 5
29 Mar 2023, 21:30
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The time between classes wasn’t a long one, but it was long enough for Ava to get a new book. A new book that almost made her late to her next class, sure, but a new book all and all.
Ava had asked the boy a question. What time is it? Problem was, even if she knew the time it wouldn’t be very helpful to her. What class went with what class, she didn’t know. Was it possible she had class with this kid? She peered closer at the figure that hadn’t slowed down.
What class is next? Ava didn’t expect him to slow down, but he stopped in his tracks. He suddenly turned to her and asked her a question. "Do you know? Cause I don't. And I've lost my schedule." She looked at him, confused. How had he lost his schedule? Didn’t he have it memorized? It was well over half way in the year. “Are you messing with me? It’s at least halfway through the year, and you don’t know your schedule? And even if you didn’t, why would I know? Didn’t I ask you?” She bit her tongue. She was sounding more and more like the old her. She had changed from that moody girl. She took a deep breath. “Sorry. No, I don’t know.”
Ava studied the boy in front of her, and realized, he was gorgeous. Something about him drew her to him. Dark blond hair, maybe even brown. Knowing brown eyes, sort of empathetic and hard at the same time. She liked Oliver because he was funny and kind, but this kid appealed to her physically.
30 Mar 2023, 18:18
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KYLE JACKSON WAGNER
It was hard enough having OCD, skipping almost every class to take a break that he needed. He needed to learn, this wasn't third grade in muggle school anymore. But Kyle still skipped the whole class period, in his usual ditching spot. It was even harder having BPD and OCD- those must be the worst disorders to gave mixed together. Someone who didn't think straight and couldn't control his feelings- wasn't that similar to a murderer's childhood?
Speaking of, he saw the Slytherin Slaughterer walking in the hallways. He shook his head quickly, thinking oh, HELL no, as he continued walking straight. And still, she asked him questions. He walked faster, hoping she'd get the hint.
She didn't.
She asked him what class was next, which actually made Kyle stop. He didn't even know.
So he asked her if she did, which was probably stupid since she'd just asked him that.
“Are you messing with me? It’s at least halfway through the year, and you don’t know your schedule? And even if you didn’t, why would I know? Didn’t I ask you?”
"Didn't you go into a boys' dorm and go stabby stab stab because you were bored?"
She spoke frustrated and upset, which kind of amused Kyle. He rose his eyebrows as if to say, is that all? Once she'd finished, she looked regretful. She took a deep breath and said, "Sorry. No, I don’t know.”
He smirked. He was the type where if he had something against you, it's unlikely he'd drop it. "It's like, around eight o'clock. Can that help us?" He doubted it. Kyle took a good look at the girl. She had caramel-colored hair and tan skin. She was pretty. Very pretty. But she was also a murderer- pretty much, anyways. But was Kyle that far behind?
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@Ava Winchect
✦ Stamina: 5
✧ Evasion: 3
✦ Strength: 10
✧Wisdom: 2
✦ Arcane Power: 5
✧ Accuracy: 5
15 Apr 2023, 03:19
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He seemed to have a response ready to go right away. Go him. "Didn't you go into a boys' dorm and go stabby stab stab because you were bored?" She furrowed her brows at him. "Stabby stab stab?" She bit her lip. "No, I didn’t do it because I was bored, I did it because of lots of things I wouldn’t expect a nobody like you to understand!" She was practically shouting at him. She flushed bright red, shame burning on her neck. "Sorry. Dunno what came over me." Came over her. Came over her? No, nothing came over her, he had gotten a blast to the past. She ducked her head, but not soon enough not to see his smirk. "Oh give it a rest, would you?" She still didn’t know what class she was supposed to be going to, but he seemed to be railing them back on track. "It's like, around eight o'clock. Can that help us?" She considered, switching the book from her left arm to her right. Could that help her. "Nope, that’s not very helpful. Sorry." He seemed to also be studying her. What could that mean? He was looking at her differently than other looks she’d gotten. She looked at him just as closely. She could shake that feeling that she was looking at a second piece of the puzzle. A good-looking one, that’s for sure. But first years like her didn’t get silly crushes…did they?
240/200April 17th@Kyle Wagner