Private to @Luna Choi | @Dale Kurt | @Saskia Nicholson
Date: 27 May, 2019.
Time: Exactly 5pm.
Location: Quidditch Training Pitch
Koko was not out here for a good reason. She was very angry that she was outside. She had a silver locket in her right hand and her wand in her left, and a sour expression rested on the young girl's face. She had to meet with Fridge. Fridge was a scary, mean prefect. Koko wouldn't admit that Fridge had saved her hide from Bloodbath once, but she still didn't like Fridge. She didn't like this situation. Something was bound to go wrong.
The girl's golden eyes were dark with some sort of negative emotion that even she couldn't place. She didn't want to be out here. Rain spattered on her Slytherin robes, not that she cared. She would never care. Rain was just part of life. Koko actually welcomed it. The rain was very welcoming. It had not ceased to pour during the match of Quidditch, and she doubted that it would cease to pour now.
Koko slid the locket into a pocket of her robes and glanced around the Training Pitch. No one was here yet. She was alone. Professor Birdsaregay Birdiegrey Bercegeay would certainly be somewhere, but she doubted that her role model would like to come out in the rain.
The hood of the Slytherin's robes was pulled up over her head, casting a small shadow over her pale face as well as helping to wick away the rain. She held her wand out, hoping there was wood she could light on fire, but with the rain, she doubted that it would stay lit for long. A frown crossed the caramel blonde's face as her expression morphed from merely annoyed to absolutely pissed off. Damn the rain. Damn Fridge. Damn all the world for putting her in this situation.
Koko gritted her teeth. She was not going to cry. It was not going to happen. Not that she particularly cared, but she just didn't want anyone to think that she was a cry baby... Actually, that was the exact definition of caring. Koko just wanted to attack someone, something, with her bitter anger. A flash of lightning lit up the darkening sky, and for a moment her eyes reflected the golden shade of the lighting. It was gone in an instant, though, and one wouldn't have seen it. She made her way farther in the pitch, knowing that some brooms were kept here. Get the upper hand, she told herself. You're better than her.
Perhaps she was, perhaps she wasn't. It didn't matter. Koko knew that even if she had no friends, she didn't need them. She had a sister who she trusted, and that was it. No one else had made their way into Koko's trust throughout the duration of her First Year, and she doubted that anyone else was going to. Koko had issues. Trust issues, to be specific. She didn't trust anyone other than Sapphire, and even that trust was limited. "Get a broomstick," the blonde said to herself. "Show them who you are and what you can do."
And so the twelve-year-old Slytherin slowly made her way across the field, fighting back tears that were threatening to leak through the dams she had built throughout the year. She wasn't going to let it happen, she had promised herself at least that. So why couldn't she listen to herself and not let people like Fridge get to her?
Because she was an idiot. She shouldn't have let Sapphire loosen the wall of ice surrounding her. Now Koko was so much more vulnerable. She understood why she had acted cold originally, and now cold people scared her. What if it was all fake? What if even Sapphire would hurt her? Koko bit her lower lip, refusing to let the tears flow, and she kept walking with her head ducked. No one could be allowed to see her like this. Absolutely no one. The girl's hand - her free one - was clenched in a small fist, her fingernails digging small crescents into her palm. Her other hand was still holding her wand, but it did the same thing. She didn't know what she was feeling anymore. Emotions weren't something to guess at, something to play with. They were something on an entirely different level.
The girl was now shivering even though it was almost June. She felt cold. It was probably the darkness and the rain, but they all corresponded to the same thing. They all corresponded to negative emotions. Negative emotions, like the ones flooding Koko's heart at the moment. The urge to burst out in tears had passed momentarily, and she could now see a pile of broomsticks in the limited visibility. She stormed over to the pile and dug through it, looking for a broom to suit her needs. There were Quidditch gloves in the pocket of her robes as well as the locket, and she was going to need them to not lose her grip on the broom. If she did, and if she fell, that would be more humiliating than ever... And it could also be the literal death of her.
Falling was not a fear that the girl usually had. She was fine with going up high in the air, fine with dangling her feet out of the highest windows in the castle. What she wasn't fine with was dropping and hitting her head. Dropping and everyone seeing her fall. If Koko cared about anything, it was her dignity. And she would lose her dignity if she fell.
So she found a broom that looked good enough. It had no splinters, no dents, and was in relatively good shape. She moved away from the pile, holding it, and for a moment she looked like a stereotypical witch in the Muggle world - angry eyes, holding a broom, hooded and cloaked in the storm. Storms weren't something that Koko was scared of. She was better than it. She would be fine.
She rested the broom on the wet ground, probably a mistake, but what did she care? Koko opened her mouth for a moment, but then she shut it. She didn't want too many people to hear her. "Up," the young Slytherin commanded both confidently and quietly. The broom flew into her outstretched hand, which she then somehow managed to slide gloves on. The blonde straddled the broom and kicked off.
The feel of the wind flying around her almost made her forget why she was here. Almost. Not yet. Her hood was still miraculously on her head, and her hands hadn't slipped yet, even as she flew higher and higher, trying to fly away from her fears and those who might fear her. She had slid her wand into her pocket before lifting off, so it was safely tucked away with the necklace. The necklace that belonged to Fridge.
Oh, how that one name scared her. It was humorous, to be truthful. Her dark, golden eyes widened, and she stopped soaring through the air to just hover, probably at least twenty feet off the ground, if not more. She was so high up that she could almost forget the necklace, but the knowledge of it in her pocket made her remember. It was like money could be, "burning a hole in her pocket," as some people might say.
Ha. Did they think she gave a shit about the necklace? She would drop it now if she was sure that no one would see it, that no one would pick it up. Alas, the necklace would be seen, and Koko would probably get detention for being so careless. Detention was something that the young child avoided no matter what the circumstances, and it was something that she was likely to avoid in the future as well... Oh well... Maybe she would spot a lavender-haired Slytherin walking along the Pitch, and Koko would be able to swoop down to give her the necklace... If she could muster up the courage to do so.