Post by Snežana Knežević on May 7, 2017 3:26:29 GMT
Snežana had thought she had known enough about what Hogwarts was going to be like that she shouldn't be too surprised by anything. She had known to expect that it would be huge, that it would be very old, even that it would be strange and quirky. She had known that she would be meeting a diverse group of students from other schools of magic, doubtless including young witches and wizards of every size and shape and color that humans came in--and, knowing magical children, quite possibly also a few shapes or colors that humans weren't strictly supposed to come in, considering how commonplace minor mishaps with respect to Charms and Transfiguration were. She had expected to see all the inhabitants of Hogwarts, the students and the teachers and the resident ghosts...
What she hadn't expected was that she would start hallucinating.
She knew for a fact that she was seeing things. As she proceeded, with her schoolmates, out of the carriage that had brought them here, she caught a glimpse of a stunningly familiar face among the assembled crowd of Hogwarts students that had been waiting for them. For half a second, her heart leaped, nonsensically arriving at the dreamlike conclusion, Oh, I didn't realize Zora was going to be meeting us here! And then her common sense caught up to her, with an irritated and belittling voice in her head putting in, That can't be Zora; she's dead, remember? You're being ridiculous. Weren't you already past the stage where you mistook every random child with a few of the same features for her?
Snežana blinked hard and deliberately, then looked out over the crowd again. Most of what she saw was the same, and her gaze once again zeroed in on a small boy with exactly the same large, solemn brown eyes her late sister had had, now staring at her with what looked like concern. His face in general looked similar to her sister's, too: a little older, to be sure, but the resemblance was still so marked that it hurt. She flinched away.
For the rest of the night, she didn't see the boy again, and she saw nothing else impossible either, for which she was grateful. Maybe it had been nothing but a fluke; maybe she had gotten her hallucinating out of the way so that now she could be in touch with reality for the rest of her visit. She hoped that was the case, for certain. Instead, she proceeded with the rest of the Beauxbatons students to sit at the table where the Hogwarts students decked themselves in blue and bronze, and tried to keep her mind on the present so that she didn't spoil her appetite for... well, whatever was served here.
What she hadn't expected was that she would start hallucinating.
She knew for a fact that she was seeing things. As she proceeded, with her schoolmates, out of the carriage that had brought them here, she caught a glimpse of a stunningly familiar face among the assembled crowd of Hogwarts students that had been waiting for them. For half a second, her heart leaped, nonsensically arriving at the dreamlike conclusion, Oh, I didn't realize Zora was going to be meeting us here! And then her common sense caught up to her, with an irritated and belittling voice in her head putting in, That can't be Zora; she's dead, remember? You're being ridiculous. Weren't you already past the stage where you mistook every random child with a few of the same features for her?
Snežana blinked hard and deliberately, then looked out over the crowd again. Most of what she saw was the same, and her gaze once again zeroed in on a small boy with exactly the same large, solemn brown eyes her late sister had had, now staring at her with what looked like concern. His face in general looked similar to her sister's, too: a little older, to be sure, but the resemblance was still so marked that it hurt. She flinched away.
For the rest of the night, she didn't see the boy again, and she saw nothing else impossible either, for which she was grateful. Maybe it had been nothing but a fluke; maybe she had gotten her hallucinating out of the way so that now she could be in touch with reality for the rest of her visit. She hoped that was the case, for certain. Instead, she proceeded with the rest of the Beauxbatons students to sit at the table where the Hogwarts students decked themselves in blue and bronze, and tried to keep her mind on the present so that she didn't spoil her appetite for... well, whatever was served here.
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((NOTE: This is a repost of a previous thread for this event, which was answered mostly by people who have since left, so I wanted to reopen it!))
