Girl at heart
Finally, it was summer. Don’t get it wrong, I love the place!, but I missed my grandma and being home with Kreacher and in my own space.
Jules had just stepped off the train after its stilling. she began on her journey home, since she’d stressed that she knew where she lived and didn’t need Grandma to come pick her up.
She spent the summer doing normal things for an 11-year-old, I guess? She wrote with Luna, Pansy, and Astoria— though mostly Luna. Jules spent a lot of time outside on the swing set; it’s how she talked to her parents— she’d sit there and swing, talking to the sky, telling her Father and Mother everything that came to her head.
But today, as she sat there— she couldn’t shake the feeling of someone watching her. She glanced towards the house, deciding the house was too far away for Grandma’s watchful eyes to be felt too intensely.
Jules’ gaze shifted to the woods along the property, eyeing it— as if expecting something… though she’d seen nothing.
Until the snap of a twig made her heart fall to her Ass and she got up, BOLTING inside.
She was still a scared little girl at heart after all.
After a beautiful summer, now began her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She couldn’t have been more excited returning to that train station— though the feeling of lingering eyes stayed persistent, but became less threatening over time. The feeling left when she boarded the train— finding Luna, and sitting with her— she began to give Luna a complete rundown of her summer.