the shape of a storm
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Reducio hope you don't mind their first meeting being a foreward dating thread (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) |
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the shape of a storm
w/c. 349
date. july 2026 @Cassiel Ahlstrom .mentions
hogwarts express .location
[ sta 08 ] [ eva 05 ] [ str 06 ] [ wis 05 ] [ arc 06 ] [ acc 05 ] ────────────────────────────
Wardrobes empty, trunks packed, notes were handed out to all students, warning them not to use magic during the holidays. The caretaker was there to take the first years to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake.
Her trunk was lighter than most, though not because it carried less. She folded her clothes and stacked her books neatly and made sure to use every inch of space. She learned efficiency from years of living without magic. Carrying it down the narrow hallway of the train was quite difficult however.
Denisse had quite the journey with only spending 1 year at a school full of young witches and wizards like herself. She met lots of lovely girls and made her time in that millennium-old castle worthwhile from meeting new friends, going stargazing, starting a prank war in the library and discovering her profound talents in Quidditch.
Despite the new friends she made, all the compartments in the train seemed to be full and her friends have made no space for her to sit. She kept walking along the corridor until she found an empty compartment. Katya curled up beside her like a silver shadow and blinked her striking blue eyes in contentment. The cat’s fur shimmered faintly in the light. The only noise in that room being the steady purr. It seems she’ll start and end her Hogwarts journey sitting alone in the compartment with her fluffy companion. Not that she minds. She doesn’t mind sharing a compartment with friends or having the entire compartment to herself. That is until the door slid open and a young boy entered the compartment as if he owned it. He effortlessly made his trunk float behind him. His expression was sharp, almost disdainful, as if the world itself had offended him. She vaguely recognized this Gryffindor. He just stored his suitcase then finally made eye contact with her.
“Sorry to barge in,” he said flatly, definitely not sorry at all.
Who does he think he is? she thought. She turned back to the window as if he never entered the compartment.
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