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Freestyle Archives / Re: Christmas In The Castle | Open
« on: 12/18/2015 at 19:41 »
Hogwarts. Not her primary choice. But Durmstrang and Eastern Europe were off-limits for her. The reason for being fired from the Institute was rather incredible. Too soft. Too soft, they said. She had noticed at first that the professors there were going overboard. But she couldn't change. She couldn't be like them. Literally ready to torture students, if they didn't do as they were supposed to. Out of the question. So she was let go ... Both by the school and her family. Disgrace, they said.

So she left her home behind. After going left and right, she ended up in Britain. Found a job as a professor at Hogwarts, in the end. Politics of Magic. She liked the class. It was causing debates literally every lesson. Making the students think. Go outside the box. Still, she felt alone. Very much alone. No family. No nothing. Her first Christmas in Britain and she was going to be all by herself. Until the unexpected happened.

Everybody got stuck in the castle.

At least she won't be too alone. Spending Christmas with kids around her, that wasn't exactly the best scenario. But it wasn't the worst either. One of the Hufflepuff girls organized a little party in the Gryffindor Tower. Katya had had second thoughts about going ... But the other alternative was staying by herself in her quarters. No way. So she went there ... A little package was hanging at the end of her fingers. It was for the organizer of the party ... Just for doing this. For not making her feel alone for Christmas.

Some boy was all over a book that he had gotten. Might've been something interesting. Katya walked in, looking somewhat out of place, and directed her steps towards the girl by the fireplace (Nora). "Before you check under the tree, Miss Lowsley ... This is something from me." It wasn't a sensational gift. Just a pair of thick earmuffs, to keep one's ears warm. And it was also charmed to change color, as the owner's emotions changed. Yellow for fear, pink for love, black for anger, blue for sadness ...

She had bought the earmuffs for the kid of an acquaintance in London but ... no way she would get to give the gift now to the intended recipient. So why let it go to waste?

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