15 Aug 2023, 22:35
Familiar Strangers
WINONA KRISTIANSEN
Second year ❀ Slytherin
Interacting With: @Catriona Prescott
Date: 5th Sep. 2023
Word count: 339
It had only been a couple of days since the new school year began, but that did not cause the overachiever Winona to take it easy on studying. The young girl took no days off before returning to her habits of going from one class, to the library or the study room, and not returning to her dorm until the curfew. Even the thought of not sticking to a year-long study plan was so uncomfortable, like being thrown into oblivion, left without a purpose.
The Slytherin was so focused on her repetitive behaviors that it took her a moment to realize that a student walking from the other end of the corridor looked somewhat familiar. With little trust in her poor eyesight, even with her glasses, Winona found herself glaring at the other student cluelessly. Gryffindor robes, voluminous curly hair, a pretty face... Where have I seen her before, though? Memories of guests her family used to welcome and invitations they attended together slowly started to occupy her mind. It seemed that many adults of pure wizarding blood enjoyed each other's company, and her parents were no exception.
Unfortunately, so far Winona had not run into anyone around school that she could genuinely want to be friends with. Other fellow students, especially those around her age, do nothing but play Quidditch and fight with each other—simply repulsive. This made it more exciting to finally see a familiar face. Deciding it would be rude to stare any longer, Winona finally approached the other girl.
"Excuse me — Hello," the Slytherin's monotone, soft voice did not match her internal excitement, but the friendly smile on her face showed a kind expression. "Have we met before? You look very familiar." Winona was almost certain that they had met before, but she wanted to find out if the younger girl would also remember her. "Was your name cat..." her hazel eyes behind the glasses looked away for a second as she tried hard to remember what the other's name was. "...something like cat?"
⋆ ˚。⋆୨.The panic that consumes you is the fear of order.୧⋆ ˚。⋆

