Post by Zenevieva Mira Novell on Jan 20, 2019 7:20:50 GMT -7
23RD DECEMBER 2024
Zenevieva had never spent a Christmas in London in all of her sixteen years of life. Her days were always spent in America, some of her Christmases even spent in the school of Ilvermorny since sometimes her family would decide to travel without her. Not that she minded it. She busied herself with books beyond books. Something she would usually do during her day-to-day life. Though this year was different for many reasons. She had transferred to Hogwarts for one, just briefly before her fellow friends and bullies accompanied her, but while they had potential to go home eventually, Zen would be staying in London, gathered her new guardian was her aunt.
And so, because of her new experiences came the difficult choices. Whether to stay in Hogwarts for Christmas or stay in her new home, alongside her aunt who only seemed to panic. She chose the latter. From her aunt’s suggestion, Zen found herself packing a bag for the day — intending to spend it alongside Adèle at what she called: Hogsmeade’s Winter Festival. But within ten minutes or so, she lost her aunt. Which wasn’t necessarily a problem either, it just meant more things to explore now. The Novell passed by the annual snowball, ducking as balls were thrown all over the place, she then trudged through the Roasted Knut, filled with goods and foods galore and even noticed a few familiar faces.
But as she walked to wherever the signs brought her, her head remained low — which soon proved to be her downfall when she found her face crashing against the body of another. She jumped back, her blue gloved hand instantly covering over her nose. ”I’m so sorry!” She apologised, her voice muffled by her hand. ”I-I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
tobias charles watkins & hope this works!