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*Samia* · 01-21-2026, 03:17 PM

Eventually Marina peeled herself off the tree, brushing leaves from her sleeves and trying very hard like she wasn't embarrassed. Then something… shifted. Her trail of thoughts faded as certain shapes emerged; hooves, antlers, too-tall silhouettes that made her brain take a second to catch up, like it had skipped a page.

“Oh,” Marina breathed, eyes WIDE.

Her first instinct was to reach for her notebook. Her second was to clutch her satchel like it might suddenly become armor. She did both, which resulted in her dropping the notebook entirely. It landed open at her feet, pages fluttering faintly.

C E N T A U R S.

Real ones.

“Right,” she said, very softly, to herself. “So this is happening. This is a thing I am experiencing with my eyes.”

When one of them spoke, stunned as she was - her gaze flicked to Professor Cox, as if silently asking whether she was allowed to overreact in any way. But thenn, she wouldn't be Marina if she didn't, she managed a wobbly but earnest half-bow that was probably far too deep and absolutely not correct.

“Hello,” she said, voice pitching higher than intended. She straightened, cheeks further flushed. Her eyes drifted, despite herself, to another one of them tending to Mira. The calm in the centaur’s voice cut through Marina’s buzzing nerves, “That’s… that’s incredible,” she said without even realising it, “I mean. Not the bleeding part. Obviously. The stars helping. Blood remembering. That’s...”

She stopped herself, clamped her mouth shut, then lifted one hand apologetically. Why couldn't she shut up?

01-21-2026, 03:17 PM	#22 (permalink)
Samia Granian Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: sappyville♥ Posts: 21,178 Hogwarts RPG Name: Prof. Elara Voss Hufflepuff Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Marina García Massey Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Adrian García Massey Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Lorna Wren Hufflepuff Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Landon Alfie Renaldi Accidents & Catastrophes x5	sappysapper MAJNOO, YO! Eventually Marina peeled herself off the tree, brushing leaves from her sleeves and trying very hard like she wasn't embarrassed. Then something… shifted. Her trail of thoughts faded as certain shapes emerged; hooves, antlers, too-tall silhouettes that made her brain take a second to catch up, like it had skipped a page. “Oh,” Marina breathed, eyes WIDE. Her first instinct was to reach for her notebook. Her second was to clutch her satchel like it might suddenly become armor. She did both, which resulted in her dropping the notebook entirely. It landed open at her feet, pages fluttering faintly. C E N T A U R S. Real ones. “Right,” she said, very softly, to herself. “So this is happening. This is a thing I am experiencing with my eyes.” When one of them spoke, stunned as she was - her gaze flicked to Professor Cox, as if silently asking whether she was allowed to overreact in any way. But thenn, she wouldn't be Marina if she didn't, she managed a wobbly but earnest half-bow that was probably far too deep and absolutely not correct. “Hello,” she said, voice pitching higher than intended. She straightened, cheeks further flushed. Her eyes drifted, despite herself, to another one of them tending to Mira. The calm in the centaur’s voice cut through Marina’s buzzing nerves, “That’s… that’s incredible,” she said without even realising it, “I mean. Not the bleeding part. Obviously. The stars helping. Blood remembering. That’s...” She stopped herself, clamped her mouth shut, then lifted one hand apologetically. Why couldn't she shut up? __________________ ......................let's be reckless, unaffected, running out until we're breathless ...............let's be hopeful, don't get broken, and stay caught up in the moment ♥