Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2019 18:32:23 GMT -7
April 20, 2025
The Flower Festival had been excellent, and Chrissy was uncharacteristically upbeat the following morning. For someone who didn’t have many friends, she had finally made one in Summer—even if Lee hadn’t been so convinced about the older girl. Regardless, a friend was a friend, and that made Summer her first friend in Britain outside of Hogwarts, which was sort of an interesting though. Within the school, she had Mazie… and, well… Mazie.
Unless Chrissy was going to count the people she knew from Ilvvermorny as her “friends” just because they were people whose names and faces she happened to know, Mazie was pretty much it. She did wish that she wasn’t the weird girl who had been kidnapped or the weird girl who had only started at Hogwarts halfway through the year, but that was how she was going to be known, Chrissy supposed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want friends; she just didn’t know how to make them in the way that other people did. It was too easy to retreat back inside of herself, where everything that had happened to her couldn’t hurt her again. And it was too easy to remember that she was going to be held back a year because she had missed too much of what she should have learned already.
But knowing that there were people out there who didn’t judge her for all of those things—people like Summer at the flower crown stand—made Chrissy feel that much more confident in herself as she sat at breakfast. She knew that she wanted to stay in touch with Summer, although she also knew that there was little that Summer had been able to tell her about herself. Would “Summer from the Flower Festival” suffice as an address, Chrissy wondered? She didn’t know, but she was prepared to give it a try as soon as she finished her classes for the day.
Meanwhile, she had the whole day ahead of her and tried to push out the stress of her lessons as she reached for the pitcher of pumpkin juice. It was just a little too far out of her grasp, so she turned to the person next to her. “Hi, um…” she hesitated, not wanting to be a bother. “Could you…?”
OOC: OPEN; also, I'm dumb and didn't click on the Great Hall sub-board, so.
Unless Chrissy was going to count the people she knew from Ilvvermorny as her “friends” just because they were people whose names and faces she happened to know, Mazie was pretty much it. She did wish that she wasn’t the weird girl who had been kidnapped or the weird girl who had only started at Hogwarts halfway through the year, but that was how she was going to be known, Chrissy supposed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want friends; she just didn’t know how to make them in the way that other people did. It was too easy to retreat back inside of herself, where everything that had happened to her couldn’t hurt her again. And it was too easy to remember that she was going to be held back a year because she had missed too much of what she should have learned already.
But knowing that there were people out there who didn’t judge her for all of those things—people like Summer at the flower crown stand—made Chrissy feel that much more confident in herself as she sat at breakfast. She knew that she wanted to stay in touch with Summer, although she also knew that there was little that Summer had been able to tell her about herself. Would “Summer from the Flower Festival” suffice as an address, Chrissy wondered? She didn’t know, but she was prepared to give it a try as soon as she finished her classes for the day.
Meanwhile, she had the whole day ahead of her and tried to push out the stress of her lessons as she reached for the pitcher of pumpkin juice. It was just a little too far out of her grasp, so she turned to the person next to her. “Hi, um…” she hesitated, not wanting to be a bother. “Could you…?”
OOC: OPEN; also, I'm dumb and didn't click on the Great Hall sub-board, so.
