30 Jan 2020, 01:10
a lot of pride and a lot of prejudice
Kris continued to skip rocks across the surface of the lake with a controlled toss instead of chucking them with her entire strength as far as she could. Merlin knows how satisfying and relieving that would be. Still, she's sure that the merpeople wouldn't be particularly happy about a sudden rain of rocks coming down upon them so she skips them and sullenly watches them plop, plop, plop until they sink away.
Things have changed since the second wizarding war- she's acutely aware of that. Muggleborns, goblins, centaurs, and werewolves have made great strides in abolishing the discrimination they once faced and the same could be said for Hogwarts houses. Where there had once been a cruel hatred between Slytherin and Gryffindor, there was now a friendly rivalry. People seemed to understand the complexity and nuance of houses. Slytherins could be kind and Gryffindors could be malevolent. Hufflepuff, as humble as they all were, began to be recognized for producing brilliantly talented witches and wizards, proving themselves just as capable as their counterparts. Ravenclaw, once known for being poisonously competitive, emrbaced their peers' success.
And yet with all this progress, I'm still a dirty halfblood Ravenclaw, she thought bitterly.
She didn't really believe that, of course. In all honesty, Kris didn't care about blood status and she recognized the importance of values of all houses and yet, there were some small minded people enough who did! It's so easy to think that kind of mindset didn't exist anymore but when some of the more traditional housemates of her Slytherin brother refused to treat him decently because he was a 'halfblood mutt and your father should be ashamed' and they refused to even recognize her existence because she was a halfblood as well as a Ravenclaw- she's not going to lie. It stings.
She tossed another stone, more power this time, and watched as it skidded with uncontrolled force seven times and wanted to scream. But she knew that her words wouldn't be enough to change centuries' old culture so she bit her tongue, held her head high, and picked up another stone.
Things have changed since the second wizarding war- she's acutely aware of that. Muggleborns, goblins, centaurs, and werewolves have made great strides in abolishing the discrimination they once faced and the same could be said for Hogwarts houses. Where there had once been a cruel hatred between Slytherin and Gryffindor, there was now a friendly rivalry. People seemed to understand the complexity and nuance of houses. Slytherins could be kind and Gryffindors could be malevolent. Hufflepuff, as humble as they all were, began to be recognized for producing brilliantly talented witches and wizards, proving themselves just as capable as their counterparts. Ravenclaw, once known for being poisonously competitive, emrbaced their peers' success.
And yet with all this progress, I'm still a dirty halfblood Ravenclaw, she thought bitterly.
She didn't really believe that, of course. In all honesty, Kris didn't care about blood status and she recognized the importance of values of all houses and yet, there were some small minded people enough who did! It's so easy to think that kind of mindset didn't exist anymore but when some of the more traditional housemates of her Slytherin brother refused to treat him decently because he was a 'halfblood mutt and your father should be ashamed' and they refused to even recognize her existence because she was a halfblood as well as a Ravenclaw- she's not going to lie. It stings.
She tossed another stone, more power this time, and watched as it skidded with uncontrolled force seven times and wanted to scream. But she knew that her words wouldn't be enough to change centuries' old culture so she bit her tongue, held her head high, and picked up another stone.
30 Jan 2020, 17:33
a lot of pride and a lot of prejudice
It was good time to go take a walk, so that's just what Pipere did. She put on her crimson hoodie and a pair winter boots and made way down from the Gryffindor tower. The castle was quiet, or at least in the hallways, but that was to be expected. It was currently time for leisure or studying and Pipere had certainly done her fair sure of the latter. This hour she wanted to go out and enjoy nature instead of being couped up in one of the many rooms. Even though it was a little chilly outside she was always told never to use that as an excuse to avoid Mother Nature.
Soon she was stepping outside and was immediately hit by a gust of wind. Pipere buried her face into her scarf and tugged her hood tighter around her head but she still pushed forward, not deterred by the arrogant breezes.
If she really wanted to avoid the wind she shouldn't stray too close to any large body of water but that's just what Pipere did. Soon she found herself walking up to the Great Lake, which still looked magnificent in all it's glory. The young Gryffindor loved things such as seas and oceans and the Great Lake had so many mysterious things underneath it's surface that it was good enough for her. She wondered if she should join the swimming club so she could actually swim in it, and maybe use gillyweed to explore it's depths.
Pipere was daydreaming about this when she noticed ripples on the water. Although they were faint her eyes still widened, wondering if perhaps some creature was watching her but she just couldn't see, when she caught movement in her peripheral vision.
She twisted around, her eyes tearing up from the cold. In the distance, not too far, was a figure who seemed to be throwing things at the lake. It soon dawned to her that they were probably skipping rocks, and that caught her interest; Pipere had never been any good at doing this and she usually liked people who had peculiar talents, so she began to walk towards them.
Soon she could make out the face of a young girl like herself who seemed to bearing the cold just as well as she was. After shoving her hands deep into her pockets, Pipere said, while watching the girl throw another rock with such precision, “That's really neat. Where'd you learn to do that?”
@Kris Ang
Soon she was stepping outside and was immediately hit by a gust of wind. Pipere buried her face into her scarf and tugged her hood tighter around her head but she still pushed forward, not deterred by the arrogant breezes.
If she really wanted to avoid the wind she shouldn't stray too close to any large body of water but that's just what Pipere did. Soon she found herself walking up to the Great Lake, which still looked magnificent in all it's glory. The young Gryffindor loved things such as seas and oceans and the Great Lake had so many mysterious things underneath it's surface that it was good enough for her. She wondered if she should join the swimming club so she could actually swim in it, and maybe use gillyweed to explore it's depths.
Pipere was daydreaming about this when she noticed ripples on the water. Although they were faint her eyes still widened, wondering if perhaps some creature was watching her but she just couldn't see, when she caught movement in her peripheral vision.
She twisted around, her eyes tearing up from the cold. In the distance, not too far, was a figure who seemed to be throwing things at the lake. It soon dawned to her that they were probably skipping rocks, and that caught her interest; Pipere had never been any good at doing this and she usually liked people who had peculiar talents, so she began to walk towards them.
Soon she could make out the face of a young girl like herself who seemed to bearing the cold just as well as she was. After shoving her hands deep into her pockets, Pipere said, while watching the girl throw another rock with such precision, “That's really neat. Where'd you learn to do that?”
@Kris Ang
31 Jan 2020, 01:47
a lot of pride and a lot of prejudice
Just as Kris picked up another rock, a voice rang out to her and she whirled around quickly, jumpy with frustration and unaware someone was watching her. A young Gryffindor girl stood there with an earnestly curious expression. She took a moment to put on a relaxed facade- allowing the tension in her shoulders to melt away and unclenching her jaw before answering. She also loosened her grip on the stone, letting it hang loosely between her fingers as if to say hey- I swear I didn't turn around to chuck this at you.
"Oh, I learned it from my mother. There's a lake in a nearby park back home that I used to play at as a kid," Kris explained. She really wasn't good at small talk. She awkwardly puffed out a small breath that was visible against the frigid winter air. "Would you like me to teach you?"
The words surprised her as it came out of her mouth, but she found that she had meant it. She hadn't really expected anyone to be by the lake during this time except for the first years who come by to check if there really was a Great Squid and then running away and shrieking with laughter when they catch a glimpse of one of its tentacles. The girl didn't seem like she was here for that so Kris held out the stone as an offering.
@Pipere Shick
"Oh, I learned it from my mother. There's a lake in a nearby park back home that I used to play at as a kid," Kris explained. She really wasn't good at small talk. She awkwardly puffed out a small breath that was visible against the frigid winter air. "Would you like me to teach you?"
The words surprised her as it came out of her mouth, but she found that she had meant it. She hadn't really expected anyone to be by the lake during this time except for the first years who come by to check if there really was a Great Squid and then running away and shrieking with laughter when they catch a glimpse of one of its tentacles. The girl didn't seem like she was here for that so Kris held out the stone as an offering.
@Pipere Shick
3 Feb 2020, 18:28
a lot of pride and a lot of prejudice
She never intended to surprise the girl, which is explained why Pipere stopped a feet away from her, but that undoubtedly happened when the girl whirled around with fingers clenched around a stone. Pipere took a step back, eyeing the stone and the girl with uncertainty until she saw the tension melt away. An unsure smile curled into her lips as she thought, was I about to get stoned?
"Oh, I learned it from my mother,” the strange explained, a look of uncertainty plastered over her face. The situation had become awkward, given that a bad incident had seemed seconds away from happening. While neither of them were as alarmed anymore, or at least Pipere wasn't, they both sought for something to say.
Then the other girl offered to teach her. Her eyebrows shot up but instead of asking why, like she probably would've any other time, Pipere quickly agreed, saying, “Yeah, sure, that would be cool!”
She took the stone and held it in hands for a moment, gazing over at the lake with a grin that slowly turned into a frown. Now that she thought of it, Pipere didn't really want to do this, given that it'd probably take her one too many failures to become decent at the sport. She glanced at the girl then gave it back to her. “I think I'll watch you first, so I can get a better idea.” She hid her blush underneath her scarf, as if her face had reddened because of the cold rather than her embarrassment.
"Oh, I learned it from my mother,” the strange explained, a look of uncertainty plastered over her face. The situation had become awkward, given that a bad incident had seemed seconds away from happening. While neither of them were as alarmed anymore, or at least Pipere wasn't, they both sought for something to say.
Then the other girl offered to teach her. Her eyebrows shot up but instead of asking why, like she probably would've any other time, Pipere quickly agreed, saying, “Yeah, sure, that would be cool!”
She took the stone and held it in hands for a moment, gazing over at the lake with a grin that slowly turned into a frown. Now that she thought of it, Pipere didn't really want to do this, given that it'd probably take her one too many failures to become decent at the sport. She glanced at the girl then gave it back to her. “I think I'll watch you first, so I can get a better idea.” She hid her blush underneath her scarf, as if her face had reddened because of the cold rather than her embarrassment.