Katrina found herself about to knock at the door to the Astronomy classroom. The second year truly had no clue why she was coming in. It wasn't like she really knew the Professor more than class and the one time where she had gotten a warning and hardly escaped without detention. But there was something about Professor Karr that had Katrina wanting to reach out, to talk, maybe just to simply ask for help. She was the only Professor that Katrina had said anything to after all.
Katrina twisted the handle and pushed the door open. The cold air of the classroom and the feeling of floating in space took her breath away for a second. It did every time she was in the room. The magical barriers of the room made it seem like there were no walls, the night sky seeming so close you could touch it.
Mustering up her courage Katrina spoke out, "Professor Karr?" A beat of silence where she tried to form the words, "Can I talk to you?" Doubt flooded through her mind. The Professor probably had tons of work to do or classes to plan. She probably didn't have time to talk to one student with a mess of emotions that she couldn't handle. Katrina bit her lip-- hard-- fighting the urge to tuck her hair behind her ear.
Katrina was only a 12-year-old, but she had too much to handle. Last year, she had received a note telling her that her parents, brother, and childhood home had gone up in flames. At their funeral, her remaining family had stated that they didn't want her. Friendless and too shy to talk to anyone, Katrina had hardly made it through her first year. Since she had nowhere to go, the girl had to cope with being at the school all summer. Her second year had been chaotic. From the horrors of the Masked Ball to sneaking away during winter break, she had been on a roller coaster of emotions. Finally, after the night which she refused to think about --lest she suffer another panic attack-- the Blossomball, she had realized that she couldn't handle it anymore by herself.
Katrina snapped out of her thoughts, aware that she probably looked like she was a movie character put on pause. She shifted her weight, forcing herself to not be trapped by her past. The lioness felt her hands begin to shake and she stuffed them in her pockets. Simply thinking about everything was putting her on the edge of another panic attack. She took a breath and looked around the room again.
The roller coasters of emotions taking it's toll on her. Katrina knew everything was too much. She would have to somehow say all of it out loud without succumbing to a panic attacks, it was going to be a tough evening. But it was time to ask for help.