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Post by Katyusha Braginski on Aug 29, 2010 15:59:50 GMT -5
The train was a large and magnificent steam engine painted scarlet, much like she had expected by the way it had been explained. Everything in England was just liked she'd expected. The Gothic churches and the large buildings, the green country side and the way the people spoke. It was all new to her, the slang and the people and the odd behaviors. But that was unimportant at that point and as she gained upon the train that would take her to her new school, she felt her heart jump in her chest.
She was beyond excited.
Katyusha gently pushed a bit of her hair behind her face and began struggling forward with her bags, which were much heavier than she’d expected, not noticing the stares she was getting as she finally lifted the bigger trunk up into the luggage train and grabbed her smaller bag, moving towards the front. It didn’t take her long to find a compartment and once she sat down she remained completely silent. A few boys tried to come in and speak with her, but all she could do was stumble over her words and embarrass herself to the point that they all left.
Eventually, she accepted the fact that it’d be a long and lonely ride.
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Sept 3, 2010 16:19:02 GMT -5
Perhaps for most of the students who were just beginning their proper magical education this year, it was exciting and fun to step through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 and enter an exclusive but very crowded scene. It was supposed to be a thrilling rite of passage, to walk through a seemingly-solid wall. But Natalya Arlovskaya, though she had been blessed enough to see some proper magic in her young life, was a little terrified of the whole ordeal. It was not the way that people disappeared through solid objects which unnerved her, as it did for many students, who honestly had not been able to see much magic with their own eyes. This Natalya found intriguing, since it made everyone look like a ghost, haunting train stations and passing through walls. She even thought it was a little fun herself when she imitated the other students, running at the wall at great speeds and being able to pass through. Natalya smiled to herself for just a moment, before she looked up at all the people on the platform, and then her smile faltered as her eyes widened. She had no idea that it was going to be this many people, and she hurried as quickly as possible to get on the train in order to avoid being in the large crowd, leaving her siblings behind and disappearing before they had even crossed over onto the correct platform.
This was a mistake, Natalya quickly discovered, because being on the train did not actually afford her any privacy. She moved with the crowd to put her luggage away and spent far too much time going into a compartment only to have it fill up with annoying people, before she darted away again to try and find a better one. Finally, after getting herself worked up, Natalya found the compartment that housed her sister, alone. She breathed a sigh of relief after so much frustration before violently pulling the door open and just as vehemently slamming it closed behind her. She stood there for a moment breathing heavily with her eyes wide and cast down at the floor, as if she had just run away from a pack of wild dogs – and for all intents and purposes, she had. The people here were so unsophisticated and loud. She looked up at her sister sitting there and her lavender eyes softened, going a little watery as she felt relief wash over her, before she rushed over to sit next to Katyusha, wrapping her arms around the older girl. There were very few people that Natalya felt comfortable enough to be emotional around, but her older sister was one of them, so she let herself go. “There is no way I will be able to survive the year, dear sister!” she cried, her voice wobbling like a little child as she pressed her face into the comfort of Katyusha’s chest. She was the closest thing that the girl had had to a mother for the past few years. “These people are so overwhelming. How can I possibly make friends with anyone?” Because, despite her natural inclination to be alone or to observe, Natalya actually did want to make some friends, even if she currently believed that was impossible. She let out a pitiful sniffle, so out of character from the way that most people saw her.
[Please forgive the wait, sis, and the failness of this post. Anxious!Belarus is anxious.]
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Post by Katyusha Braginski on Sept 8, 2010 22:44:56 GMT -5
Katyusha had let her eyes settle on her younger sister as the girl anxiously entered the compartment. She didn't seem to be very happy with the situation. In fact, the young girl was so nervous that it was obvious in the way she trembled and moved, or at least it was obvious to Katyusha who had spent the past few years with the younger girl. The older now felt it was important to realize when her family needed her, especially when it involved her siblings. She smiled gently as Natalya threw herself onto her chest and put her hands on her sister's head.
"Don't be worried, Natalya. Everything will settle down and it will all be alright very soon." She couldn't help the feeling of doom in her stomach at the thought of making friends. She glanced towards the window and sighed heavily. It was clear that she and her sister were both worried about making new friends. "I'm sure we will all be able to make friends and if we don't, then we have each other."
It was a comforting thought, right?
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Sept 9, 2010 18:24:27 GMT -5
The effect of her sister’s hand on her hair was a little calming to Natalya. This was the exact reason she had hunted Katyusha down. The blue-eyed girl was one of the few people (and honestly, probably the only person besides their brother) who could actually get Natalya to relax. It had always been that way, since they first met. Natalya had felt a strange mixture of both anxiety and indifference when she was introduced to the family members that she’d never known she had. She treated her step-mother coldly, and her father even more so. She felt fairly indifferent towards both of them, though she did think believe her father was to blame for not being in her life more. However, Natalya also didn’t feel as if she missed out on much, either. Neither of her new parents seemed very special to her, and she tried to just pretend like they didn’t exist. Her new siblings, however, were another story entirely. Natalya was entranced with Ivan from their first meeting, though he felt unapproachable. And Katyusha acted kinder and warmer to her than anyone ever had in Natalya’s young life. The two had grown close in the past five years, and Natalya could feel her sniffles subsiding, though her eyes remained watery.
Would it really be alright soon? There were so many things that had changed in Natalya’s life. She was not very comfortable with new things, and she knew that this week was going to be made up entirely of just that. New people, both teachers and students, a new room, along with roommates, as well as all the new subjects that she would be studying. She was glad that her siblings would be with her, at least, and that made things better. She tried to find comfort in her sister’s words. Quietly she muttered into Katyusha’s chest, “I don’t think there’s any way I can do it.” But she suddenly lifted up and stared into the other blonde’s eyes. “But I’ll be okay as long as I have you.” Her face began to regain its usual more fiery expression, looking determined as she gripped Katyusha’s hands in her own. “I don’t need anyone else, as long as you are with me, dear sister. You and brother. We don’t need anyone else in this whole wretched world because we have each other! Even if all the uncouth masses crucify me, you’ll still love me, right sister?” Those wide tear-brimmed eyes gained an edge of desperation, widening further as Natalya’s pale hands gripped more tightly in panic. “You’ll always be there for me, won’t you, dear sister?”
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Post by Katyusha Braginski on Sept 12, 2010 12:19:07 GMT -5
Katyusha had taken to humming as her younger sister continued to cry and be generally upset in her arms. It was rather usual for Katyusha to sit still for long periods of time while Natalya had nervous breakdowns and Ivan acted generally moody. Ivan wasn't really that bad though, he avoided most other people aside from Katyusha and Natalya but didn't seem to like the latter a whole lot. He was prone to having violent outbursts, but they were nothing that Katyusha couldn't handle. She supposed her siblings were just enough work to keep her busy. They needed her, and being needed was a rather good feeling in her opinion. She continued to pat Natalya's hair gently, looking towards the window before glancing back at her sister. "I promise it'll be fine..."
Then Natalya had a couple of mood swings. She went from sad to somewhat happy to a bit demanding in her tone. Katyusha watched her sister for a long moment, a small smile on her lips and she was demanded answers. "Of course, dear little sister, I will always be here to love and support both you and little brother. There's no need to worry about me leaving you..." She laughed gently. "You and I, we'll make a lot of friends. Brother too. And we'll have fun with all these new people. We'll learn so much and you'll make us all very proud. I know you will."
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Sept 29, 2010 15:49:23 GMT -5
Although Natalya was not very good at thanking people, one thing in her life that she was very grateful for was her older sister. Even now, Katyusha seemed to know just the right thing to say that would calm the younger girl down. Natalya didn’t usually speak directly about her fears that Katyusha would leave her one day. She demanded these reassurances with little explanation, but she could sense that her sister knew where this anxiety was coming from. Because it was something that worried her – so much so that in the early days at the Braginski house, Natalya had woken in her bed at night in a cold sweat with nothing but a sense of abandonment deep in the pit of her stomach, like an emptiness that she felt would never leave her. That night, she’d crawled into Katyusha’s bed, and the older girl hadn’t questioned her, for which Natalya was also grateful. Three weeks passed by with this routine, before the nightmares began to subside. Now, years later, they happened very rarely, but even still, Natalya knew that she had someone that she could turn to. Katyusha just knew her too well, and Natalya felt herself lulled into a more peaceful mindset as her sister addressed each of her unspoken fears in turn – that Katyusha would never leave her, that they would all make new friends, and that big sister would be proud of her. Lavender eyes watered at that last bit, old emotions conjured up in a way that Natalya had no control over. She just let them rise to the surface and then fall, unstated anxieties being soothed by the soft words of the girl above her, and Natalya exhaled her worries with her breath. For a few quiet moments she stayed that way, allowing her eyes to dry and her breathing to slow as she enveloped herself in the feel of Katyusha’s hand in her hair and the gentle rocking of the train.
Finally, Natalya lifted her head and raised herself up from her sister’s chest, shifting in the seat so that she sat more properly beside the other blonde, though she still stayed close enough that they were touching. “What do you think it’s going to be like?” she wondered aloud softly, and then shifted her gaze from the floor to Katyusha’s face. “Do you think that you’ll be okay, sister? You were sitting in here all alone. Are you going to like it at Hogwarts?” There was a blank openness to Natalya’s expression, a quiet tone in her voice, and she slipped her pale fingers into Katyusha’s warm hand. She could be a good sister herself sometimes, when she tried. (And when she wasn’t too busy having a panic attack of her own.)
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Post by Ivan Braginski on Oct 16, 2010 21:12:13 GMT -5
Ivan stalked the corridor around the compartments. He had originally found himself an empty compartment, only after a few minutes, it wasn’t empty at all. In fact it was too full to Ivan’s liking so he left. Perhaps he left too hurriedly, but if there was anything Ivan hatez it was stupid chattering about stupid things from stupid people. Or perhaps he was in a bad mood all together, considering he overused the word stupid in his mind.
He didn’t like England already. It had been raining too much when they arrived at this island, the river they passed by looked more polluted than the Volga. The air felt different here to. Not cleaner, just different. The only thing good about this place was the fact that the trolley woman had real tea leaf tea, which he had just gotten 3 cups of, all sweetened. At least these Brits still made Tea the right way, albeit not as sweet as he was used to. But this place just bitter through and through, t missed the warm comfort sweet presence that Ivan associated with home. Well, not with home, but with …
Katya…
Ivan started looking into the compartments and after a while he found two blonde girls sitting there talking. That’s what he was missing, his sisters, and the comfort they brung to him. Opening the door, he lightly said, “Sistri.” before joining his family.
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Post by Katyusha Braginski on Jan 24, 2011 13:05:15 GMT -5
Natalya's questions almost visibly caught Katyusha off guard and the older girl's big, blue eyes fluttered up to the ceiling in a flurry of confusion as she took the questions in. She herself wasn't sure what the answers to them would be, but she knew that she would have to answer them as honestly as possible in order to avoid another of Natalya's panic attacks. After thoroughly thinking the questions through, she released a sigh and began to address each in turn. "I think that it will be a new and interesting experience. We're in a new country, surrounded by a new culture and new things to learn, which means that things won't be quite the same as they were back in Russia. Still, I think it will be good for both you and I and I am sure that we will learn many things about ourselves and each other and the people around us..." Here, Katyusha paused to think a bit longer about what she was saying. She wanted to assure her sister that everything would be quite alright and that as long as they had each other, they would be fine. "I'm sure that I'll be quite fine at Hogwarts, dear. Yes. As long as you and Ivan are happy, I will be fine." She added quietly, "Alone or not, I will be fine."
Katyusha wasn't sure if this statement was truth or a lie. She wasn't sure if she would be alright at Hogwarts because she wasn't sure if she had the skills to make friends outside of her family. She was, of course, nervous about meeting the new people and had no idea what to expect from the other students. She wasn't sure if they would like her or if they would dislike her and she wasn't sure if they would count her as a failure like most people did. She wasn't quite sure if she'd be good in her classes, but she planned on trying her hardest. She was worried about what would happen if her hardest wasn't enough and with this thought, with this basic idea, tears came to her eyes. What if it wasn't enough? What if she was indeed a failure? What if...
Ivan entered and with the sound of his voice, Katyusha's eyes darted to his face and her hands moved to dry her tears. "Brother." She muttered gently, putting on the best smile that she could muster and using her arms to motion Ivan into the seat in front of her. She waited until he was seated and when he was she reached out and took his hand with a grin before pulling out a bag from the small one she'd carried into the compartment with her. "You forgot your books at home." She told him quietly, beaming as she handed the bag of books to her brother and allowed her eyes to study his face. She'd managed to master the skills needed to read her brother's emotions and almost always put them to good use. It wasn't because she was nosy or because she constantly needed to know how he felt, but she had taken the time to learn the skills so that she was prepared to comfort him or keep her ground at all times. "You look irritated, Ivanushka. What's bothering you?"
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