Why Haven't We Met?

[Vixen Zhefarovich-Dolohov]

It was about time that the wondering, closed up fourth year Slytherin girl got some fresh out and out of the dungeons. Vixen Zhefarovich-Dolohov walked the corridors. Her height made it seem that she was older, and her expressions alone told a short story to stay away from her. She did not want to make friends, but as the time went on, a yearning to fill the void started to occur. She started to want to socialize a little more, and picking the right company would be a challenge. Perhaps she could just befriend a couple of people and those that did not fit in with her kind would be left behind after she graduated. Surely that was what some of her family members have done in the past. Vixen let out a sigh and she wondered how she got mixed up in a place like this. She did not want to be in Slytherin due to her reckless mother. She wanted to go to Durmstrang but her father put his ghost foot down. She had to go to the same school as her cousins, and various half siblings. Some were even halfbreeds! At least they could not turn into ugly birds.

Somehow, immersed within her thoughts, Vixen found herself in a mass crowd of Gryffindors. This was awkward. Pushing through, she managed to escape without notice and continued past. She approached the side of the wall, next to a window. She leaned against it and looked below. The grounds did not look as good as they did when she was in the towers, but it was still good. Vixen let out a yawn as she wondered what she could be doing next. Homework? Nah, she did not feel up to it. Being a fourth year was good since she did not have to worry about the really big exams until next year. That was when the real work began, and she did not really have a good study partner. Every now and then she would go with Blaine and Vladimir, but they got on her nerves. The two kept cutting up. Well, the Ravenclaw did. Vladimir hardly showed an emotion, which was good in the family, but creepy in any normal sense. That's whys he preferred the company of Blaine, but nowadays, Blaine seemed wrapped up in Zinaida. Something she would not tell her cousin, Vladimir. It was none of her business after all.​

 

[Clara Zhefarovich]

It was a long way from her Common Room, but Clara needed to get out. Some days, hiding under covers worked. But on days like today, nothing would make herself feel worse than staying shut up in the dark. Clara hardly ever just sat in the Common Room anymore, her mind constantly running so she struggled to just sit. So the blonde pulled herself out of bed, fixed herself the best she could, and left.
Clara had been outside a lot, especially during the summer. It was good to get the sunshine. She often did her homework outside, right until the dark came. However, she was caught up with everything. It was weird that all her homework had been done, as the previous year she struggled. Clara supposed it was a new coping technique she had found; it definitely kept her mind occupied. With no work to do, Clara decided to venture upwards.
It wasn't too long until she had made it to the Seventh Floor. Clara knew there was still more 'up' to go, but she was feeling a little bit puffed already. She wove her way through the crowds before finding a spot to rest. Leaning against the wall, Clara closed her eyes for a few moments, breathing deeply. When she opened them, the hallway was crowded again. It made her feel anxious with so many people around, almost as if she shouldn't be there. Clara noticed a girl going against the crowd, pushing her way through. Unsurprisingly, she didn't notice Clara. The blonde often felt invisible, sometimes it was better that she was, but there were many times where it was for the worst. The other girl, made a stop on the opposite side of Clara. Clara wondered if she needed a breather, or recovery time after being pushed in a big crowd. She was looking down at the grounds, but Clara decided to approach her. "Do big crowds make you feel anxious as well?" Clara asked gently, letting the girl know that she was there.

 

[Vixen Zhefarovich-Dolohov]

Vixen's eyes moved from object on the ground to another. Students walked by and she wondered if her father did things like this. Just stand and think for a little bit. However, as she was recalled her father, she heard someone speak to her. A girl's voice that did not sound like anyone she was related to. Slowly, her eyes turned until she looked next to her to see an unfamiliar girl. At least, unfamiliar to the sense that Vixen did not know her name. However, the two were in the same year. Vixen thought over her question before answering, "No." That much was true. She did not feel anxious around large crowds, but she did hate them. She always had to shove her way through them. They got on her nerves so much that she had to look over the window to gather her thoughts into one train, instead of multiple. Vixen did not expect the girl to stick around, however, she did. Perhaps this was her chance to gain some people to talk to that were not her relatives. That would be a breath of fresh air. Sure, she loved her family, but sometimes they seemed to be the same. Someone different would be exciting.

"I'm Vixen, Vixen Zhefarovich-Dolohov. Sorry it is such a mouthful. I will forever hate my mother for hyphening my name," Vixen introduced herself without extending her hand. Handshakes were not her type of introduction. It was just verbal. Physical contact was hardly necessary anyway. "What brings you to this corridor? Surely, not for the same reason as me." Vixen did not have any reason other than just wasting time and procrastinating on her homework. Her lack of interest in the school and homework would probably cost her a prefect badge, but by this point she just did not care about titles. She had enough titles with her name alone. The man that killed her mother was now dead, which was a shame. She wanted that pleasure to herself. Then again, without him, she would not have a cool stepmom.​