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- OOC First Name
- zazz
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- Curly 11 Inch Unyielding Hazel Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
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- 09/2050
The noise of the Great Hall was familiar, and yet it was still strange because it felt like she hadn't heard it in forever. Even though the situation in Durmstrang wasn't like this, it was still somewhat chaotic, so she hadn't missed out on that much, other than just the fact that her friends were here. She'd made some in Durmstrang she supposed, enough to write to them now that she was back, but it was her friends here that would make her want to come back ultimately. She'd told them she wouldn't stay away any longer than this, and she'd already lied to them once - of course she hadn't realised at the time it would be a lie when she'd said she was only going to Durmstrang for a semester.
Even then. It was still weird being back.
Tori hadn’t realised how much she’d missed it until now - the clatter of plates, the chatter bouncing from house table to house table, the floating candles above, the ceiling mirroring the dusky September sky. She slid into her seat, fingers tracing the worn edge of the bench as if testing to see if it still fit her. Durmstrang had been different - colder, harsher, quieter in ways she hadn’t expected - but it had taught her things Hogwarts never could. Still, as the smells of roast chicken and pumpkin pasties filled her nose, Tori felt something unclench in her chest. This was home.
She reached for a roll, tearing it apart with quick fingers. Her eyes darted around the hall, catching familiar faces, some surprised to see her, some already leaning toward friends to whisper. She wondered how much had changed in a year. How much she had changed. She didn't think it would be too different, since it had only been a year, but what did she know really? Things sometimes had a way of doing things over time that you didn't realise. She knew she looked a little different at least. Her hair was longer, she was a bit taller. She'd grown into her robes this year and they didn't feel all loose on her like they had last year - which meant she'd have to buy more later, probably. Merlin, it did feel a little weird to be back - but she was glad she was.
Even then. It was still weird being back.
Tori hadn’t realised how much she’d missed it until now - the clatter of plates, the chatter bouncing from house table to house table, the floating candles above, the ceiling mirroring the dusky September sky. She slid into her seat, fingers tracing the worn edge of the bench as if testing to see if it still fit her. Durmstrang had been different - colder, harsher, quieter in ways she hadn’t expected - but it had taught her things Hogwarts never could. Still, as the smells of roast chicken and pumpkin pasties filled her nose, Tori felt something unclench in her chest. This was home.
She reached for a roll, tearing it apart with quick fingers. Her eyes darted around the hall, catching familiar faces, some surprised to see her, some already leaning toward friends to whisper. She wondered how much had changed in a year. How much she had changed. She didn't think it would be too different, since it had only been a year, but what did she know really? Things sometimes had a way of doing things over time that you didn't realise. She knew she looked a little different at least. Her hair was longer, she was a bit taller. She'd grown into her robes this year and they didn't feel all loose on her like they had last year - which meant she'd have to buy more later, probably. Merlin, it did feel a little weird to be back - but she was glad she was.



