Monday | September 1, 2019

Interacting with @Teresa Shadowmoon

With one last wave, her parents left the Platform. Breana laughed a little as she watched her father struggling with getting through the metal wall again. Her smile faltered as she slowly realized that it will be the last funny moment she'll see of him. She then heard a rough cough behind her. She looked up, seeing the conductor giving her a stern look. She smiled awkwardly at the man, before she lifted her luggage, walking down the train's corridor.

"Where is a good place to stay..." She wondered to herself, looking around the coupes that are appearing on both of her sides. Some are already filled, most likely from students that's had friends joining in Hogwarts as well. Then Breana's mind starts wandering. What if her mother stayed in the Wizarding World? Could she have prepared Breana easier?

Then her train of thought stopped just as the train is preparing for its departure. Luckily, she found a coupe that's not too crowded. She slowly opened the door, and walked in. There was another girl there, with similar hair to Breana. She didn't want to intrude her so suddenly, so she simply nodded a hello to her as she pulled her luggage in. She closed the door and shoved her luggage in the designated compartment. At least, she's trying to shove them in there. Due to her height of 4 feet even (121 centimeters), she's having extra trouble trying to get even one luggage above her head. "Come... on...!" She grunted to herself, even going to her tip toes to try to get her luggage in the overhead bin.

Interacting with @Teresa Shadowmoon

With one last push, her luggage started to teeter over toward the bin. Breana sighed happily with a smile, thinking that her trouble was finally over with. Unfortunately, that would last for a split second, as the luggage would slowly lean back towards the girl. Breana squeaked in panic, putting her hands out and ready to wake up in the nearest hospital. But then... nothing? She blinked once or twice before looking up, seeing a hand on her luggage.

She let out a sigh of relief, nodding happily as she turned to her fellow schoolmate. "That's the understatement of the century..." She smiled, watching the girl properly help her get her luggage up on the bin. "I knew I should've gotten higher shoes..." She shook her head before turning to the girl. "I'm Breana, Breana Oliveire." She held out her hand for a handshake. "I'm guessing you're a first year as well, right? You don't have any of the house colors on you, so..." She asked. She can vaguely remember what her mother told her about Hogwarts, more specifically the Houses. She knew students would wear their colors on their robes, or at least that's what her mother has told her. It would be nice to know someone who is in the somewhat similar situation as her.

Interacting with @Teresa Shadowmoon

Breana nodded as Teresa introduced herself. She wasn't surprised with the fellow First Year's last name, since her own mother's maiden name, Everhart, isn't too far off like it. "Great! That makes two of us, then." She laughed, sitting down across Teresa. She was grateful that her instincts didn't accidentally lead her to some sort of coupe reserved for the older years.

"The name's Breana. Breana Oliveire." Maybe she's like her, with almost little to no knowledge of Hogwarts? But how to bring up the muggle-born question to her. "So uh, have ya ever heard of Hogwarts before? Parents ever attended it, or...?" She asked, but then she realized that the girl already turned her attention to the window. It didn't bother Breana that much, since she probably interrupted Teresa's peace and quiet in the first place.

So Breana turned to her most reliable source of comfort: A good book. Luckily, she kept a book tucked under her school robes, taking it out as if it was a tiny pack of candy from her pockets. She then propped up her legs on the couches, Putting her feet on them as she uses her knees as a makeshift table as she opened her book: The Dog's Secret by Ellen Miles. As much as she is engrossed to reading her book, she couldn't help but wonder aloud, "I wonder what house I'd be in..." She said to herself.

Interacting with @Teresa Shadowmoon

"Oh, right right..." Breana chuckled to herself, hitting her forehead playfully with the end of her palm. She set down her book now, as she realized she has Teresa's attention again. "But anyways..." She rummaged through her other robe pocket, taking out a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

"Hufflepuffs are the loyal ones, yeah? I heard that the house are nice to talk to... I think you'll be fine getting into it." She smiled, popping a bean in her mouth. An expression of relief washed over her face as she got a normal bean, which was vanilla. "And for my family? We didn't got much of a wizarding legacy to begin with, really." She shrugged casually. "My mom's muggleborn, and my dad's muggle, so with my family it's just Mom, and she's a Slytherin." She smiled. She didn't think too much on the fact that her mother's Slytherin, mostly due the fact that she taught Breana about Hogwarts in the first place. So it's no surprise that the little girl just told the Hufflepuff legacy about her heritage so casually, thinking that the Slytherins didn't have any unfortunate histories attached to it and that they're simply heavily ambitious beings.

She then looked down at her box of beans, offering it to Teresa. "Want one? Got them while me and Mom was shopping for my school supplies. Gotta warn you, though: I got the ones with them bad batches."

Interacting with @Teresa Shadowmoon

Breana smiled, happy to ease a fellow First Year's jitters with information... and a bit of jelly beans. She shook her jelly bean box, making sure all of the flavors that she's getting are just through pure randomness. "Yeah, Mom got some good friends who're Hufflepuffs themselves, so you're in good hands there."

Breana moved her legs, making her sit criss-cross on her seat. "Oh!" She blurted out, surprised. "Sorry for jumping up to conclusions then." She chuckled, picking out a bean and popping it in her mouth. Breana winced a little, realizing that the bean has a mashed potato and gravy flavor. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad, but the flavor of such a meal in bean form is still made her shudder. Despite of this, she still continues her routine of shaking the box, the curiosity of her next flavor getting the better of her. "Dad owns a book shop. It's always fun whenever Mom lets me visit there."

She watched as Teresa gets a bean, looking at her face as she popped it in her mouth. The only other person that she's shared a box with is her mother, so seeing another person reacting to her favorite snack is like watching a full featured film for Breana. She laughed out loud as Teresa got one of the worst flavors in the batch. "Eugh!! Sorry about that!" She giggled. "Guess the Beanie gods didn't want to give you chocolate..."