Underneath the surface, we're all a little scared

[Julia Wright]

Julia had frowned a little as she stepped onto the lawn. This place was so big- nothing like she'd been used to in the quaint little streethouse that she'd lived in with her Grandmother.

She was horridly lost- lost enough that she was confused (she'd never been great with navigation in general), but not lost enough to make her want to bother anyone that was in the vicinity. They all looked horribly busy to Julia, and her Grandmother had always told her that she should be seen and not heard- a philosophy she'd found served her rather well.

It was a little on the chilly side and she'd forgotten to put on more layers. 'Scatterbrain' as her Grandmother would've said, but Julia didn't necessarily think about such things before leaving the common room. She didn't think it'd be that cold.

She was cold...and lost....and perhaps a little miserable too. She just wanted to go back to the tower- where she had no idea where to get.

There were a few people around that looked nice enough....perhaps... no, she couldn't disrupt anyone... but it was either ask or get frozen. Julia was faced with a dilemma, and after much twisting of her hands in their tight clasp, she walked up to someone that didn't look too busy.

"Excuse me....." Julia whispered meekly. She'd go and dig herself into a hole, never to come out again later she'd figured.

 

[Loki Jeffers]

Loki was walking from the lawn to the castle with a small bunny in his hand as he was approached by a girl. Startled by her voice, Loki turned quickly, nearly dropping the bunny. Holding it with both hands, he looked at the girl, replying. "Umm...Yes?" he said awkwardly. Loki investigated the girl for a moment, and noticed the clear distress on her face. "Maybe she's in some sort of trouble," he thought to himself, momentarily.

 

[Julia Wright]

It seemed odd to Julia the reactions of others. Her peers never really reacted in the way her Grandmother had taught her to expect. For an awkward moment, Julia found herself staring at the boy who had a small rabbit in his hands. That's probably not too good for the rabbit Julia thought but did not say anything. Instead, she dropped her gaze, looking at her shoes.

Oh, he was probably expecting her to speak, she had disrupted him after all- but it was shameful...and she didn't quite know how to approach this situation.

"I need help," the Ravenclaw whispered anxiously. This was all wrong. She didn't even know the boy's name. Nor did he know hers (or so she figured). It hadn't been that long since she'd arrived here, and already she'd managed to get herself lost and embarrassed. What would they think of her?

Julia couldn't even look up to meet his gaze, the first year continued to look down at her shoes before whispering, "I think I'm lost. No...what I meant was, I know I'm lost," she admitted shifting her weight uncomfortably. "I need help," Julia reiterated in case the boy hadn't quite gotten it.

 

[Loki Jeffers]

Out of Character:

Sorry, didn't have internet for a while!

Loki looked at the girl, hesitant a moment awkwardly. "Why does she seem so flustered? Did I scare her or something?" he thought to himself. As she talked, Loki slowly placed the bunny in his jacket pocket, as it poked it's head out, sniffing and looking around. "Well uhh...Where do you need to go?" he asked. Not that Loki knew locations in Hogwarts anyways, but he felt it wouldn't hurt to at least try to help.

 

[Julia Wright]

It shouldn't have been this hard to talk to someone. Especially not one of her peers. But Julia Maria Wright wasn't one that usually went about socialising. She had a wild imagination- one that she rarely shared with anyone. Grandmother had said it wasn't very appropriate for young girls to go around imagining different worlds...but then again, hardly anything was deemed appropriate in Grandmother's eyes. Julia had thought about the logically in the past, but had not the courage to point that out to the dear lady.

She gasped, gulped even when the boy spoke again. He seemed so at ease, it was scary. "I need to get back," the Wright choked out. Her gaze fixed upon her right shoe which she shuffled backwards in embarrassment. Why could she not give a straight sentence without feeling so embarrassed?

"I lost the tower," Julia then went on to whisper. It was as though this were an illicit conversation, that asking for help was wrong. It was wrong. She didn't even know two things about the boy, apart from he was a boy and (by the colour of his clothing, in Slytherin).

"I'm Julia," the Wright continued to whisper. Surely nothing bad could come out of giving her name?