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For once, Kendall wasn’t entirely looking forward to a new year at Hogwarts. More accurately, it was just the train ride, seeing as she had a feeling that somehow Patrick was going to continue avoiding her even when there weren’t as many places to hide. That and she was still highly frustrated that she wasn’t able to use both wrists at the moment, as that was making it awfully difficult to pull her trunk behind her. She was determined to do it on her own, though, even though Jeremiah had offered to help her until she got on the train. She hadn’t needed her brother’s help before now, and the sixteen-year-old was stubborn enough that she wasn’t about to ask for it now. She might have been hoping that her wayward boyfriend would show up anyway and offer to help, but for now she was going to do it on her own. At least she would be able to get the cast off within a couple days, according to her last healer’s appointment. That was the one bright spot in an otherwise rather not-fun end of her summer, along with the fact she’d finally managed to get her hair to cooperate and had her pink streaks back. Those hadn’t been there for a while.
She still had to figure out how to get herself, her trunk, and Accio through the barrier and onto the platform, anyway. Her cat could dash through on his own, of course, but dragging her trunk with one hand would be the tricky part. Controlling it. As such, she’d decided to pause for a second to think of a plan, and noticed a familiar blonde head nearing the wall. “Hey Katrina!,” she called out, smiling at the Slytherin even as she forgot her annoyance for the time being. Dropping the handle of her trunk had certainly helped with that, but there was still time before she had to get on the train. Katrina did not know how long she spent just staring at the wall, inches away from it while holding on tight to the handle of her trunk. She did not know if she even wanted to go pass the barrier and face her sixth year of magical education at Hogwarts. It must've been a mistake that Professor Lafay chose her as the female prefect after Sierra. She did not see anything of Prefect material in herself, nothing like what Sierra had who was a true leader and worthy of the badge. If this was some kind of prank sent to her by people who had nothing more to do than waste their lives on these types of shenanigans, one thing was for sure and that Kat would haunt them down until she graduated from school. She'll find out if this was a joke if she sees another person in the Prefects' Compartment with same badge she was wearing now The blonde wouldn't believe it at first but later on it began to sink in that in fact she was the new Slytherin female prefect. She'll grow to like having a badge soon, but for now she can continue to hang onto this thing called denial. Since nobody else could know her thoughts at the moment, then it was probably normal that someone would think she was being an idiot and just looking blankly at a wall.
Only one thing, or person even, snapped the Slytherin prefect out of her thoughts. Turning to her side, Kat gave her friend Kendall a smile in return. "
Hi there, Kendall!" she greeted. The Ravenclaw was one of the few friends Kat met just last term, specifically at the Maize Maze. The blonde's eyes then fell onto her friend's hand that was apparently wrapped around with a cast. "
Is it better now, your hand?" Kat asked. Everyone knew Kat could be really caring when it came to the condition of her friends so it was not anything to be shocked about if she came up to you and randomly asked about what you're feeling at the moment. "
Uhm... do you need help with your things?" It was a rare offer whenever Kat would extend a hand to help someone. Kendall must be lucky today, eh? Besides, you really can't do much with a cast on your hand.