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Originally Posted by BluePhyre 
In the year he had been absent from Hogwarts' halls, many things had changed about Casper. He was no longer the fidgety, rushing little boy too desperate to get to class. He barely went to class at all these days—only somewhat because they bored him. Neither could he stare up through the heart of the school, past the scores of moving staircases to the high vaulted ceiling; it made him dizzy. Most movement at all nauseated him, and thus the moving staircases he had once flown up, either in pursuit of knowledge or in fear of his older brother represented a new set of obstacles, of things he had to take slowly and steadily and learn anew. That particular list was lengthy, growing longer than he had previously imagined possible. Perhaps it was a blessing, given his hesitance to admit his new shortcomings, that he'd retained none of his friends over his year of absence.
It was with relative discomfort, then, that he crept up the staircase, hoping desperately that it would just... not move. He didn't really need it to; he wasn't going anywhere in particular. Just... going. He did that a lot, too. Transit without purpose. But, as he walked up behind a pair of girls, very much the same from behind in their hair and their height and their build and yet nothing else, the staircase jolted to life, just as he hadn't hoped it would, and he was stuck along for the ride.
In a poor attempt to distract himself from the towering heights above him and the terrifying drop below him, Casper focused his glassy gaze on the two other students sharing the stairs with him. They, too, were stilled, though it seemed in awe rather than fear. Newbies, then. But familiar all the same. And then, he caught the side of a smile, a flash of eyes, and recalled through his hazy memory a moment in the library.
“Hallie?” he meant to say more to himself than her—either of her, for there were two of her on the staircase, and this time it didn't seem like he was seeing double. His voice echoed, though, deeper than he had thought and a touch unfamiliar in an unsettling sort of way, across the hall and off the stairs, and he knew he had been much louder than he intended. Oh. He carded a hand through floppy, hastily-styled hair and stared down at his feet so suddenly his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. Maybe the Hallies wouldn't think he said anything if he just... pretended he didn't exist anymore.
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Originally Posted by Wood'sLittleFlower Amazing? That barely described the place. It was gorgeous, breathtaking even. She could sit here allllllll day. But she'd rather have Foxtrot here with her. Just for something fuzzy and warm to hold onto. Not that Rumba wasn't doing a good job of keeping her company because she was. It was just... she wasn't Foxtrot. And she was the newest addition to her little group, leaving CB's connection with the animal not exactly what it was with the others. Though maybe this would help?
CB clung to the bannister a little tighter as the stairs came to a halt, expecting it to jostle her and Hallie. She even had one arm prepared just incase she needed to snatch Hallie's leg before she fell. But that wasn't necessary. It was soft and gentle and... well... nice. Very different from her expectations as this school seemed to be displaying left and right.
Hearing her sister's name being called by a boy voice, Coral turned her head around, and adjusted her seated spot on the step to get a better look. Who was this? Hm? What hadn't her sister told her?
Stares for you, Glasses. Hallie turned her head when she heard her name from over her shoulder. "Hmm? Her eyes fell upon the voice's owner and she had to resist an eyebrow twitch. Oh. The vaguely off-putting boy. "Casper Duluth." She said in response, a polite smile falling into place from the corner of her mouth. She shifted her stance to face him a little more, right hand still gracefully resting on the Bannister, the left one folded near her face in an old fashioned yet regal way.
"Cors, this is Casper, I met him in the library several weeks ago." She looked down at her sister, then back up at the bespectacled boy. "Casper, this is my twin, Coral-Bay. I believe that I told you about her when we met." She'd told most people she ran into that day about the mis-sorting crisis being sorted differently than each other.
"Where are you headed?" She asked suspiciously with her brow quirked. He looked horribly confused. Maybe the stairs had made him dizzy. They could walk him to the Hospital Wing if he needed. Though, her impression of him made her think he wouldn't want that. |