Date: August 31st

It was no secret that one Ms Nabi Park, as she so formally liked to refer to herself and others, was not of the non-magical world. No everything about her finery and poise spoke to the most elegant of upbringings and highest standard of society. That was not to say that she held that title against those so many of her stature considered beneath her, no quite the contrary. Nabi was a quiet soul, an observer from afar, one might even consider her a wallflower, though such fools would be quick to discover the thorns she hid beneath her wilted petal palette.

Thus came the conundrum of how one Miss Nabi Park and one, very much not Master, Matthew Campbell had come to grow so close. Perhaps it was simply the duality of their failure to adapt and thrive in large groups or their dismay at the thought of long drawn out social events. Or perhaps it was far more simple, perhaps they were just too kids attending a school with history that ought to define them, but a mind that cared little for such binary delusions. The world simply was not black and white, despite what Nabi's dress code might tell you.

Still Matthew had been delighted to receive a letter that arrived to him during his travels that had whisked him away all summer. Parentals incesently unwilling to allow a window to be left open while they were abroad, Matt had fashioned a quick mailbox in the blind hope that perhaps he would have heard from someone, anyone - or at the very least to get his purchase list for next year's texts. Yet as it turned out Matt was once again naive to the magic that existed all around him as the owl found him all the way in Sweden. Bless the creature, looked utterly shattered but with a puppy dog stare and very little pleading Matt's father dashed to the nearest pet store to find the finest treats.

The letter was so refined and decorated that for a second Matt feared it had the makings of another Athanatos invitation, or perhaps worse a letter from Archer. He wasn't particularly sure how that was worse, he just supposed it would ineffably hurt more. Still drawing back the delicate bow he devoured the text inside delighted eyes flashing as Nabi's stylish caligraphy danced across the page. Last year had provided many complications for the pair, and in truth he had worried where they stood by the end but seeing her invitation all quarrels and woes were struck clear. Diagon Alley, in preparation for their next school year.

Of course Matt had been, given he was still unsure where exactly to find magical supplies more locally. But going with Nabi was sure to be far different than his previous, what he lacked in wealth she lavished in. Everything about her declared affluence but Matt didn't hold it against her, just as she didn't about him. They were from different worlds, but such worlds did not collide, no they unified and made something in the space between. So when the time came and Matt found himself entering the lavish eccentricity of Diagon Alley he couldn't be more excited. That was until he saw her outside Madam Malkins and discovered that a rather foolish ignorance had slipped his mind.

Nabi and Matt relished in their differences and took inspiration from the lessons each culture practiced. But that was not the problem. The problem was the four individuals that crowded the unlikely duo. Four people with so little in common they truly felt like different species. A meet the parents had never even crossed the adrenaline rushed mind of the teen. But now it was here, and there was nowhere to run. Knowing the boy as she did his darkening impression with those wild eyes of terror would have been caught a mile off. Still, as he trembled forward he straightened his vintage sports jacket, washed off a little of the dirt on his hiking boots in a nearby puddle and wobbly introduced himself,

"Nabi it's so good to see you, these must be your parents. It's an honour to finally meet you, Mr and Mrs Park." Honour, his face flushed.

This was going to be a disaster.
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Interacting with @Nabi Park

Silver glinted beneath the glow of the sunlight that seemed to welcome fall with open arms.

It was gentle.

The clinking sound that followed.

Her mother's words echoed, wrapping around her like the cold wind that brushed against her cheek. The summer was nearing its end, the events from her first year should have ended like unsavory memories. Yet shoved into stone and murk, it still clawed.

Still scraped and gashed deep.

Churning the crumbling stone with a mild groan as the seconds passed, and the air caught the dust. Nabi found it hard to breathe, spending her summer in an unusual stillness even by her socially inept standards. She had expected a letter or more from her... beloved cousin, considering the news had a great possibility of reaching the russian spark of a child, and yet, no parchment inked by chicken scratches arrived.

Her letter privileges must have been revoked... It would have made the most sense for the absence of scribbles she would often decipher over tea at midday. I wonder what she did this time. Unaware that Boram had no fault for Nabi's letterless tea hours and blank stares at her quarter's dark ceiling. Its dark wood almost appeared to rot the longer the grandfather clock marked the summer's seconds with faint whispers.

Click-

Nabi hummed softly as she paused in her tracks, the tapping along the cobblestone street silenced when she turned to face her parents, who had three well-dressed house elves tailing behind in silence. "I suppose we ought to wait for the company... I am sure Mr. Campbell will be arriving soon." Of any day to be late... Their present was not one he should have been even a minute delayed to, not when her parents stood tall with unpleased expressions. Today is not aiding in his favor, much less with them having been informed of his... lineage.

Or lack thereof.

Old blood still had a prestige, an importance to those of what many considered her kind. Yet she had oddly found kinship with the Muggle-born who still argued she use informality with. The young Matthew had embedded himself like a shard of glass, poking at her while she barely acknowledged the word friend. Such... pecularity it was, to consider someone as such a thing and yet, there he is.

Making his way over with the eyes of a lamb cornered by wolves, well at least is his not wearing those broken shoes of his... What had he called them? Crocs? The poor boy's relic, he so cheerfully brought everywhere. Her eyebrow raised as she watched him, at a distance, he did not appear to be much different from their last encounter. He still had his peculiar habits, "Mr. Campbell, it is good to see you as well..." Her gray eyes would look behind him and toward his fathers, folding her hands infront of herself and giving a nod in respect, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr and Mr Campbell... My name is Nabi Park." Her tone well modulated, as the words curled when she attempted to introduce herself in a more Muggle-friendly way before clearing her throat and returning her gaze back onto Matthew. Her eyebrow raised when she noticed his growth spurt "you grew." Perhaps I will need to get his gift fitted...

A low hum would leave her before turning to her parents, "Mother... Father... this is my... friend, Mr. Matthew Campbell" bloody hell.. She noticed the mild twitch of her mother's hand as Nabi struggled to say friend for the first time.

Her parents, having observed the poor Matthew straighten his peculiar outerwear and barbarically 'clean' his boots with dirty puddle water, glanced at each other, then at their spawn and back at the caveman. Nabi's mother spoke, her expression cold and stern, awfully much like the young girl Matthew knew, "It is... a pleasure to make your acquaintance, young man." Her father would nod before looking over at Matthew's parents, "I see you brought your parents as well, Mr. Campbell..." Her father would give a slight nod at them, if they had not ventured closer by then.

Merlin, help me... Her parents were trying to process the fact that Nabi was friends with what they called a mudblood, an inferior creature, a worthless pawn. "Well, now that introductions are out of the way... I do not suppose we should start crossing out the required supplies?" Nabi's expression grew cold as she felt her mother's stern gaze on her, as if silently berating her.

Her mother would snap her fingers, and one of the house elves that stood by in silence produced the parchment with the list of supplies.