honeycoves
back from being concussed (:
Mey Sari
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meymeymey
00:04
looking out
joy again
11:09
:reminder:
new !
you should talk less.
11:08
:NOTIF
new !
howembarrassingwas that?
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details
Kiss me and shut me up.
Ramona looked at Mey with something that Mey did not like. It was a gaze that Mey found fixed on herself frequently at Koldovstoretz. It wasn't quite contempt and tasted extremely similar to pity. She felt her palms begin to sweat. She could hear the voices of the kids before Ramona, letting her know that they didn't have the time or energy to be her friend, that she was too weird and being caught in class talking to her would be social suicide, and the outright insults telling her she was an unwanted dog who needed to beat it. She wanted to lower her gaze and look away, but couldn't allow herself to. Her brown eyes remained fixed on Ramona. "You know, Mey..." They trailed off, biting their lip tentatively. She had done it, she had really done it with the outburst in class. Why was she so stupid? She knew better than to pass notes in class. She'd be lucky to avoid detention, if she could continue to avoid Vinogradov and Chimere for the rest of the day. Ramona looked at her again. "It's been really nice getting to know you, but," They sighed. That patronizing look made Mey practically squirm in her socks. "I think I should get going."
Mey forced herself to smile, pulling the strap of her bag further up her shoulder. "Oh, yes! Of course!" She the two stood awkwardly for a moment. "Maybe I will be seeing you about?" She bit her lip, silently thanking her past self for not having the idiocy to write their names together in pen like she so eagerly would have.
Ramona shrugged slightly, but offered a small smile. "Yeah, I'll see you around." They turned and left.
As soon as their back was turned, red, hot blood rushed to Mey's face again. This time, embarrassment outweighed any anger she might have felt, and all in all this morning had been extremely draining. Her cheeks and ears burned hot, and her throat and eyes stung with the threat of tears. She gripped the strap to her bag tightly, wishing that her feet would find somewhere to go, but they didn't move. Instead, she stood rigidly right where Ramona left her. She didn't have anywhere to go. Vasu ran off before she could really even blink, and Ramona had really been the only person she'd spoken too since arriving. Getting sick at the opening dance and waking up late had greatly harmed her chances at making other friends. She supposed she could go back to her room, but then do what? The only books she'd packed were for school, and her other hobbies weren't necessarily so acceptable. Maybe she could find asylum in the kitchens, like she had last night. Just, this time, alone.
A coughing sound startled her, prompting her to abandon her hasty kitchen plans to turn and face her assailant. She half expected a professor, coming to tell her she was in big trouble, but found relief in the face of another student. She plastered on the best smile she could. "Oh! Sorries! I am in your way?" She asked, carefully stepping aside to clear the way for the girl. She recognized her from class, with her beautiful clothing that draped handsomely from one of her shoulders. She was called on by the psycho professor, though she was struggling to recall a name. She should've paid better attention. Had she watched her whole interaction with Ramona? She skirted the new girl's gaze, but her astonishment was doubled when she introduced herself.
"Y-yes! I am Mey. It is very nice to meet you, Aurelia." She smiled again, bowing her head slightly in greeting. There was a heartbeat of awkward silence, which Aurelia filled, much to Mey's pleasure. Silence was a rare commodity around the young girl, normally because she was the one filling it. But now, she found herself at a loss for words. Ramona was a cat who had taken her tongue with her. "Flying?" Her face lit up with joy at the idea, excited for Aurelia who had mentioned it. An obstacle course sounded like fun. She never really got to fly outside of quidditch practice.
She suddenly withdrew for a moment, feeling very hesitant. She wasn't sure if Aurelia was really bragging or inviting her. She hoped for the latter. Don't fall for it, Mey. She's the enemy. Of course she wants you to trust her. Vasu's harsh, but apparently true words, echoed in her mind. Aurelia might not be American, but she was sure the same principle applied. But flying! She wanted to fly so bad.
"I love flying!" She beamed, throwing caution into the wind. "I have an old broom, but I am not very used to it. At Koldovstoretz, we fly on full trees! It is mostly when we play quidditch, of course. But trees are sort of different from brooms. It is different to turn and control them. My tree is a fig tree, so it is not too different. I play seeker! So, my tree is fast. I would have liked to play beater, but I am not so good with the bats. My first try out, I missed so hard I got hit in the face and fell off of the tree! I—" She suddenly shut her mouth, blushing slightly. This sort of nonsense is what scared Ramona off. She took a moment, allowing the air between the girls to settle. "Um, yes, I fly." She paused again, clasping her hands in front of her. "Aurelia? Would it be possible of me joining you?" She asked shyly, shifting her weight awkwardly. Maybe Aurelia could be her friend, if Mey could keep her mouth a little bit more shut.
Mey forced herself to smile, pulling the strap of her bag further up her shoulder. "Oh, yes! Of course!" She the two stood awkwardly for a moment. "Maybe I will be seeing you about?" She bit her lip, silently thanking her past self for not having the idiocy to write their names together in pen like she so eagerly would have.
Ramona shrugged slightly, but offered a small smile. "Yeah, I'll see you around." They turned and left.
As soon as their back was turned, red, hot blood rushed to Mey's face again. This time, embarrassment outweighed any anger she might have felt, and all in all this morning had been extremely draining. Her cheeks and ears burned hot, and her throat and eyes stung with the threat of tears. She gripped the strap to her bag tightly, wishing that her feet would find somewhere to go, but they didn't move. Instead, she stood rigidly right where Ramona left her. She didn't have anywhere to go. Vasu ran off before she could really even blink, and Ramona had really been the only person she'd spoken too since arriving. Getting sick at the opening dance and waking up late had greatly harmed her chances at making other friends. She supposed she could go back to her room, but then do what? The only books she'd packed were for school, and her other hobbies weren't necessarily so acceptable. Maybe she could find asylum in the kitchens, like she had last night. Just, this time, alone.
A coughing sound startled her, prompting her to abandon her hasty kitchen plans to turn and face her assailant. She half expected a professor, coming to tell her she was in big trouble, but found relief in the face of another student. She plastered on the best smile she could. "Oh! Sorries! I am in your way?" She asked, carefully stepping aside to clear the way for the girl. She recognized her from class, with her beautiful clothing that draped handsomely from one of her shoulders. She was called on by the psycho professor, though she was struggling to recall a name. She should've paid better attention. Had she watched her whole interaction with Ramona? She skirted the new girl's gaze, but her astonishment was doubled when she introduced herself.
"Y-yes! I am Mey. It is very nice to meet you, Aurelia." She smiled again, bowing her head slightly in greeting. There was a heartbeat of awkward silence, which Aurelia filled, much to Mey's pleasure. Silence was a rare commodity around the young girl, normally because she was the one filling it. But now, she found herself at a loss for words. Ramona was a cat who had taken her tongue with her. "Flying?" Her face lit up with joy at the idea, excited for Aurelia who had mentioned it. An obstacle course sounded like fun. She never really got to fly outside of quidditch practice.
She suddenly withdrew for a moment, feeling very hesitant. She wasn't sure if Aurelia was really bragging or inviting her. She hoped for the latter. Don't fall for it, Mey. She's the enemy. Of course she wants you to trust her. Vasu's harsh, but apparently true words, echoed in her mind. Aurelia might not be American, but she was sure the same principle applied. But flying! She wanted to fly so bad.
"I love flying!" She beamed, throwing caution into the wind. "I have an old broom, but I am not very used to it. At Koldovstoretz, we fly on full trees! It is mostly when we play quidditch, of course. But trees are sort of different from brooms. It is different to turn and control them. My tree is a fig tree, so it is not too different. I play seeker! So, my tree is fast. I would have liked to play beater, but I am not so good with the bats. My first try out, I missed so hard I got hit in the face and fell off of the tree! I—" She suddenly shut her mouth, blushing slightly. This sort of nonsense is what scared Ramona off. She took a moment, allowing the air between the girls to settle. "Um, yes, I fly." She paused again, clasping her hands in front of her. "Aurelia? Would it be possible of me joining you?" She asked shyly, shifting her weight awkwardly. Maybe Aurelia could be her friend, if Mey could keep her mouth a little bit more shut.
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