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Only trying to see the best in people hardly seems natural to me... thinking it is normal to do something like that... guess that's why I like being around Victor.

She smiled when Victor brushed off her comment about him only seeing the best of people and dismissing it as 'only natural'. She didn't have that trait so either Victor was right and it was natural to try and see the best in people and she was an anomaly or he was wrong. Ignorance is bliss, right? She followed Victor to the carriages and followed his gaze to what looked like empty air to her still-not that she remembered it mattered but she hadn't actually watched anyone die at the Fall Festival despite the carnage around her. She had been focused on Claire mostly and she hadn't seen the worst of the incident from what she heard later.

"Horse-looking things?" She asked. "I don't see anything. I remember reading the carriages were pulled by some...thing other than magic, but their invisible generally but there was something that let some people see them sometimes..." She placed a hand on Victor's wrist, noticing his unease. "Like I said, I preferred the boats... something has always been there... I guess you just get to see them now? Come on, let's just get in the carriage. The only difference probably is that you just happen to get to see what is pulling the carriages now."

She forced a smile as she nodded towards the carriage, let go of Victor's wrist and climbed up. "Besides if they are horse looking that's not too bad for you, right? I mean you said you wished there was something more horse like here since you missed horses or whatever." She turned around and held out a hand, "Seriously, though, if they were something to worry about I wouldn't think that the school would have them pulling carriages. Need some help getting in?"

Doing: Heading to the carriages with Victor
In Company of: Victor
[Wearing: Uniform]

Alright, maybe I'm not completely useless at calming people down.

Ronna felt a little relieved as she could sense Victor calming down. It was good to know her words were at least helpful for once. She was curious what exactly was pulling the carriages now, annoyed with herself that she wasn't exactly sure-she must have read about or heard about it but since it wasn't an animal or something she considered particularly useful she didn't pay attention to the details or maybe she never heard them in the first place-, and it was a bit odd Victor could suddenly see them... but then again if they were always there did it really matter if you could see them or not?

She smiled as Victor accepted her help into the carriage. She sat down beside him and glanced at him when he joked about her making someone very happy. "Make someone happy? Doubtful," Ronna replied. "I have too much of my mother in me, probably. I lean on the make someone very miserable side. Of course I guess Dad did say she remarried and has a kid or two now with that husband... Odd to think I am not technically an only child. Of course, I suppose since I've never met them and haven't seen her in so long I really wouldn't consider them relatives. Regardless, I guess it means that she did make someone happy enough."

She leaned back and teased, "Anyways, wouldn't it be more useful if I could cook well or something if I was going for that sort of thing?" She smiled and said, "Maybe I should have signed up for the cooking elective or whatever... since the only thing I can make decently is coffee, and that doesn't count as cooking. Then again knowing me I would have never passed the OWL for something like that. It would be that much more embarrassing to get a Troll on something like cooking than actually taking the class and trying to learn to cook. This way I can claim in theory I can cook at least," She ended her statement with the joking idea that if no one actually told you how bad you are you could still believe that you could pull it off. It was doubtful she would score that bad if she actually tried, but pulling off high marks in that sort of class didn't seem likely either. Besides, cooking well or not wouldn't help future ambitions either way.

Doing: Inside a carriage with Victor
In Company of: Victor
[Wearing: Uniform]

Another year...

David followed the upperclassmen and his peers to the horseless carriages-well, technically they weren't and were horseless. Thestrals pulled them and they weren't horses but the carriages were pulled by a creature like muggle carriages. You just couldn't see the pullers of the carriage unless you had seen someone die. He stared at the front of a carriage briefly-not seeing anything- but he glanced there long enough it was almost as if he saw something. With a sigh he climbed into an empty carriage knowing that it was probably going to be a quiet ride since he really hadn't bothered making friends the year before.

He had noted that many of the first years seemed fairly lively, but what did it matter? The reason for school was to learn not make friends. Well, his sister argued that learning sociability was also an important use for schooling with peers. It was irritating to be lectured by a 10 year old about being social, of course she had always been good with people unlike him, so it was easy for her to say things like 'making friends is important'. It wasn't like he disliked his sister or anything, she was one of those people hard to dislike because she actually had other's interest in mind. And, he half suspected she was more harsh to him because she worried about silly things like him not really making friends... well ever... and she also was probably annoyed with the idea of him going to a boarding school-of course the story the family told her was that he went to Ashford School the co-ed muggle and fairly prestigious boarding school their father had attended. Of course, it really was only prestigious if you considered it by Muggle standards. But since they had chosen to keep the wizarding world secret from her and her secret from the wizarding world since she hadn't shown any magical ability, they had to come up with some cover story for David's attendance of Hogwarts.

He let out a sigh and shook his head. Thinking too much on his family and their secrets it was enough to give anyone headaches. Besides, he couldn't keep taking Excedrin forever, the medicines effectiveness would lessen over time and at the rate he did take it, mostly not to talk about how bad the issue was with his family, it was a miracle he didn't have an ulcer. He had complaints about his sister's worrying but that was nothing compared to his worrying. His sister dealt with stress... he just bottled it up. He stared at where there was what looked to him to be an empty space in front of the carriages with a small frown.

☽☾ Nyx Aodhnait ☽☾ Age: 11 ☽☾ House: Unsorted

Nyx waved her goodbyes to Erica and Terren before she followed the steady stream of other unsorted first years to the Grounds Keeper, she seemed nice enough she supposed; but she was still terrified of falling into the lake or something. Nyx took a deep breath and bit her lip in lieu of shaking her head and looking like a lunatic or something. Nyx looked around and tilted her head slightly, very reminiscent of her pet fox Selene back at the orphanage. Great, now she was worrying about Selene too, she really was going to give herself a panic attack before the end of the day, she just knew it. When she heard one of the boys whisper that he'd prefer to be in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff she eased over a little closer to him, though she didn't actually say anything, to afraid to say something stupid. She agreed with him though, if only because she knew Terren was in Hufflepuff and Erica was in Ravenclaw, at least she knew them. But where she would actually go? She didn't have a clue, but here was hoping.

There is a real magic in enthusiasm.
It spells the difference between
mediocrity and accomplishment.

Nora scrambled off the train with the rest of her school mates, riding the flood of bodies out into the fresh air of Hogsmead station. She quickly slipped off to the far side, dodging shoulders and elbows of the older students and the heads of the younger batch until she found a wall to prop herself up against. Smiling at the mass of students, she couldn't help but smile as she scanned the crowd for any familiar face as she pulled her fiery hair up into a messy bun on top of her head. She was still shorter than most of the students, but eventually the first-years were herded towards the boats and the crowd began thinning out. Letting out a huff and stepping back into the flow of students, Nora sidled towards the carriages hoping to catch someone familiar to converse with on the long ride up to the castle.

☭ Halfblood ☭ Seventh Year ☭ Dating Dominic Montague ☭ Vampire ☭




☭Baby get up ๏קєภ. your eyes ภ๏ฬ.☭
☭While we make вεℓιενε That this will last ƒøяενεя.☭
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Gracie rolled her eyes at Cait when she joked around about not knowing Dominic's name. "Oh alright!" She said, sticking her tongue out at her best friend. "I get the point. I never actually totally told you really anything at all about... anything. But shush that's not the point." She nudged her friend gently before poking Dom's side with a raise of her eyebrows at the boy. Seriously all the boy could ever think to talk about when he was feeling awkward was Quidditch. It was better than bringing up something like the weather, but still not his best move.

"Cait, Dom, Dom, Cait." She smirked at her best friend and bounced up to kiss Dom's cheek gently. "See now you're introduced. No more calling him 'Gracie's Boyfriend' He has a name you butt." She smiled genuinely at Rick though and ruffled her hair. "How've you been Rick?" She asked cautiously. The one defining memory she had of her fellow Ravenclaw was their shared moment back in Defense class in their third year. Both of them had, had mental breakdowns that year while facing the boggart. Hell she still couldn't face one. But she had known the look in his eyes, she recognized it from her own glances at mirrors back then. The problem was, she could still see it lingering in his eyes.... while she just masked her past with a bouncing attitude and a bright smile. The only way to be alright was to pretend she was perfect.... and not undead.... and had a family... and a whole bunch of other things.



☭We're ¢яαʐÿ enough to feel αℓινεnow.☭
☭And then you ҭєใใ me, that we could stay ҭ๏ﻮєҭђєг.☭
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