( @auror-liam​ )

for most of her entire life, katarina thought that she was an outcast from the world. a ghost, an outsider, a loner, etc. she’d never reach out her hand to anyone unless they meant almost everything to her. she had her fair share of close bonds. bonds that she had clung onto and cherished deeply. however, she’d already lost so much after life hadn’t been fair for her for the past decade.

she was fond of the thought of being alone. mainly because she wouldn’t deal with people and their pettiness, people always had something to say and it was never nice. so, she retaliated and created a guard in order to protect herself. the icy façade that everyone saw, the way she portrayed herself wasn’t friendly or approachable. some had been intimidated. because of the fact that she had pretended to be something she wasn’t in order to bottle everything up, she felt alone. that feeling of loneliness wouldn’t wither away simply.

  She help her shoes in one hand as she made her way across the field, the tall grass would tickle against her leg with even the softest breeze so she tried to walk quickly not finding that feeling particularly pleasurable. The sun was just beginning to tuck itself behind the castle casting long shadows in the direction of the forest. Funny she thought it was like they too wanted her to go there.

 The forest was somewhere that she enjoyed going even though it was technically off limits to students. There were somethings she was willing to break the rules for, and one of those was a quiet space to think and watch the sky. Today however something was off, the forest didn’t sound quite as peaceful as it did normally. She would have found this quite odd had it not been for the person that had come barreling into her only seconds after she had entered the dense growth of trees.

  As she stumbled backward trying to figure out what she would have to say in order to explain her presence. As the other person stood back up apologizing for the collision without she visibly relaxed. Despite not having seen their face she knew it was William. She had met him a while back through her father who had worked with him or something like that she wasn’t quite sure actually. But he was nice although at times he could be a bit cold but she wasn’t in the position to complain about that.

 “Bonjour William…” She knew she most definitely sounded dumb but she recalled that he too spoke french so she had chosen that as the language for the greeting though it was a bit odd and out of place. “what are you doing here shouldn’t you be you know England?” she continued.