Honey I'm Home

[Markov Kalforovich]

Markov walked the grounds he was so familiar with. He loved this school and was thrilled to be coming back here, especially to see all of his mates. Markov found the place they had all hung out and was surprised to find it empty. He was hoping to find maybe Kenny or Ryker, even someone he didn't know the name of. Someone who could tell him how everyone had been, and how one girl in particular had dealt with his absence.

Markov wasn't sure how he felt about Shaylah. Of course he loved her, he just didn't know if it was the same as before or if she was now like a sister. He had a desire to see her but, well, that was it really. He didn't really know what to do, hopefully she would take the news lightly, he had seen that girl fight and it wasn't pretty.

Markov looked around for a familiar face. Eventually he saw one but it wasn't one he'd expect to see here. Markov ran over to the blonde girl and stopped her in her tracks, she was shocked but it was her. "Sydney?"

 

[Sydney Caine]

Sydney walked through the grounds of her new school, the third one now. Hopefully she could stay here. She tried not to dwell on the thing that had made her move schools, yet again. Her bloody sister, Sydney loved her to bits but, Merlin, that girl could make her madder than, well, anything. She was too mad to think of anything to compare her madness too.

As the blonde girl walked across the grass she smiled. One thing had come out of it. She loved this school. Hogwarts NZ had been weird with people who confused her and no one she ever really knew, Hogwarts Scotland was just stupid. She wasn't accepted as a real Slytherin which, she thought, was stupid. The Slytherins there were more concerned about their hair messing up than anything else. Sure, Sydney loved to look good, as she did today, but she wasn't completely shallow. Besides, her hair was better than most of the girls there anyway so she was fine with it.

Sydney jumped when she heard her name called by a voice that couldn't possibly be here. Turning, she saw Markov. Markov was a close family friend, or he was of the Rouge family, her step father and half sister. She realised that he may want to talk about Shaylah, the bane of her existence right now, and decided it was time for the Slytherin in her to have some fun. "Mark? No way! What are you doing here? I thought you were in Salem?"