Post by Yvonne Rae De Snaijer on Dec 20, 2018 17:38:02 GMT -7
The transfer from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts affected Yvonne the most out of the De Snaijer family. While they were starting the year fresh in a new wizarding school, the three girls were pulled out of Ilvermorny before the twin’s third year concluded, news of their parents death buzzing in the magical community and thus the move to London alongside their Grandmother commenced. From that day back in early May, Yvonne swore to herself that she’ll never become like her parents – Aurors. Cowards. Especially after finding out how her mother died in comparison to her father. He was killed in action. Her mother however? Sobbed until she was found. And then killed. It was gruesome imagery for a young fourteen year old to take in, especially considering the last time the elder twin saw her parents was her birthday alongside Yvette back in March.
Though after their private sorting which inevitably showed the two twins and even their elder sibling that they were separated once more, the De Snaijer expected nothing less of it. But what she wasn’t expecting was her fellow peers from Ilvermorny to soon follow after her, following the vandalism that crossed the American Wizarding School. In the middle of the new September week, Yvonne accompanied by dark robes with hints of green crossing over them found herself wandering the halls of Hogwarts, her understanding of this wizarding school far from an expertise level. She wanted to just get away from her sister, who was ready to scold her for being rude to a student with yellow robes who seemed like they wanted help. She didn’t want help. She truthfully wanted to be alone. And so, the stairs is where the brunette took to, unsure of how many floors she had climbed.
Crossing into another unknown hallway, hazel eyes mainly focusing on the ground – it took Yvonne a few moments to even register the pair of feet that had entered her view, as well as even register that the brunette bumped into that exact same person, dark blue strips upon their robes. The usual human being would apologise or even turn the other way, but Yvonne’s lips twisted into a scowl, before she barked: ”Watch where you’re going!”
@oona & hope this works!