Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-39764794-20191206185329/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191210045749

Cara

Cara sighed, and looked down at her schedule. Potions. With the Slytherins. Worst. House. Ever. Houses of snakes and stupid people, as Cara reffered to them in her head. She grabbed her bag, and swung it onto her shoulder, not caring when it bonked against the Gryfindor sitting next to her. She exited the great hall, and stopped by the washroom on the way to potions.

As she exited the stall, she saw a very familar head of brown curls at the sink. It was Clara.

Clara

Clara bent down at the sink, truning the faucet. Water gushed out of it, and she started washing her hands. SHe heard the squeak of a stall door opening behind her. She turned off the water, and turned around to go to the paper towel dipenser, when she cuaght sight of who it was in the washroom. Cara. Clara couldn't remember the last time they'd talked. SHe had cuaght glimpses of Cara from across the hall, joking around with all her friends at the gryfindor table, but they hadn't talked in for ever. This was the first time in ages they'd been alone together.

"Oh, hi Cara!" Clara said lightly, "How's school going? How are mom and dad?" Clara knew Cara went home during the summer.

"Leave me alone, Clara," Cara said, pushing past Clara to the sink, "I don't want to talk to you."

"Why?" Clara asked. She knew she was treading on unstable grounds, but she couldn't hold back her curiousity. Cara span around.

"Because you're a Hufflepuff, the stupidest of all houses! Because your personality annoys me! Because you are a terrible person to be around, and I don't like you." CLara flinched, as if her sisters words were a slap to the face. It sure felt like it. Still, she should always act kind, and take other's feeling into mind when she was in these situations.

"Okay," she said, "I'm really sorry for bothering you." And she turned and left the washroom, before she could hear whatever Cara's rude reponse was.

-Chloe