Single ticket to the future (Zak)

[Deleted]

It had been months ago, and the scar on her cheek still showed the evidence that she'd had a rough patch. It was a rather silly way to shape it, but today she was sitting on the Kings Cross station, waiting for a train. She didn't know which train or when it would arrive, because that would have meant she knew her destination. She didn't. She sighed to herself rather deeply as she thought things over. What an eventful year, but at the same time ever so quiet. Her life had felt like it had fallen apart, and yet she felt both the freedom and the burden. Phoebe had gotten an invitation to a very prestigious culinary program, by recommendation from her teacher. Naturally Selene had told her everything would be fine if she'd go. It'd be the best choice for her future. She'd seen it, it was true.

Both her sister had their dream jobs now. That just left her, in a way. Her job? Firing people. She was spectacularly good at it, as her insights into the future helped to predict how they'd take the news. Did she like the job? Maybe not. Did she care? Maybe even less. Still, it earned her money to maintain.... whatever she was trying to do. Odd, wasn't it? The one sibling of three with the powers to see the future had no idea what she even wanted her own to look like.

She spotted a familiar face then, a boy she'd started to get to know at school. They were both... strange? In a way. She wasn't sure what she expected as she walked up to him, feeling the skin on her face pull around the scar as she gave a lopside grin to the young fellow. "So what exactly did you decide to do after graduation?" It wasn't like she'd talked about being a seer while at Durmstrang. It wasn't like she'd told anybody she wasn't a twin but a triplet. Now she was rather easy to distinguish. She kind of liked it, even if people had been rather put off by the large scar that dominated her face now. To Selene it was nothing but evidence of her freedom. No longer part of three. Who'd ever have seen it coming that she'd be the one longing to escape that fate most in the long run?

@zakariya

[Deleted]

Today was just like any other day since graduating. It hadn't mattered that the young wizard had passed the Durmstrang version of NEWTs with impressive results ... no, Zak had overlooked one very important factor in gaining his internship and even now, as he glared at the trains coming and going at Kings Cross Station there was a part of him that kicked himself for being so utterly stupid. When he'd returned to the U.K. to find out his application had been unsuccessful due to "more qualified applicants" he had pressed upon his entirely useless auror parents - how they had ever gained those positions were a mystery to Zak - that assisting him with occlumency training was paramount but their own skills were less than helpful (or maybe he was an awful teenage brat who refuses to believe his parents know a thing or two - who knows) and in an uncharacteristically stern and united parenting moment Zafar and Aime informed their now adult child that he'd have to fund his own tutelage.

Worst. Parents. Ever.

Zakariya grumpily removed the cat fur from his jacket as he impatiently waited for an updated times of arrival for his mother's train. Why, as a semi-competent witch she refused to apparate with his triplet half-siblings was beyond Zak's comprehension but she'd called to ask for his assistance getting the boys home so here he was... begrudgingly waiting for the slowest train in muggle history to arrive.

"So what exactly -" a familiar voice stirred Zak from his brooding and he focused his attention on the face that demanded it. It took until the end of the young lady's sentence for Zak to place her because last time she hadn't had that gnarly arse scar on her face. "Nevermind what I decided to do after graduation," he replied rather prickly - it was an extreme sore point for the ambitious yet unsuccessful teenager. "Merlin, what happened to your face Selene? Try to shag a werewolf during the full moon?" he asked with a deep frown. There wasn't much that a good healer couldn't fix... except cursed scars.

@selene