Natalya 'Talya' Stepanovich Patrovna
Unsorted │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
Once the family meeting wound down, Kasamir strode out of the library wanting nothing more than a chance to do some more writing for his campaign world and sending a letter to his lovely Evening Star who he missed more keenly than ever. He could console himself with the knowledge that he could be seeing her sooner than the first of September, and perhaps on a more regular basis. As he was going down the hall, he sensed somebody was rushing to catch up with him. Glancing up, he saw it was Natalya, and she said, “Wow, I was not expecting all that.” Kasamir admitted with a sober tone, “Nor I.”
“So, if you’re responsible for me, does that make you something like an extra big brother?” asked Natalya curiously. Kas thought about it for a moment, and he said, “I suppose you could think of it like that. Why do you ask?” Natalya smiled, and she linked her arm with his, and then leaned her head against his shoulder. “Because if you don’t mind having a little sister, I don’t mind having an extra big brother.” Kas thought again about how his mother was pregnant when the train accident took place, roughly six years ago, and how he could have been an older brother. This was neither the time nor place to dwell upon such things, though he felt a bit of warmth from a spot just above his heart.’Know that you are loved and wanted,’ he could almost hear Lana tell him. “I wouldn’t mind that at all,” he said to Natalya, as he placed a hand over hers.
Natalya grinned, and she said, “Well good, because we’ve got things to do.” Glancing over at her, he asked almost hesitantly, “We do?” Natalya nodded, and she said, “Oh, yes. We’ve got to figure out school supplies and clothes, and whatever else I’ll need. Oh, and we’re going to have to arrange to get my horse to England.” Kasamir paused a moment, and he asked, “And … why would you need your horse at school?” Natalya replied logically, ‘Well, surely Hogwarts has an equestrian team … .”
Unsorted │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
Once the family meeting wound down, Kasamir strode out of the library wanting nothing more than a chance to do some more writing for his campaign world and sending a letter to his lovely Evening Star who he missed more keenly than ever. He could console himself with the knowledge that he could be seeing her sooner than the first of September, and perhaps on a more regular basis. As he was going down the hall, he sensed somebody was rushing to catch up with him. Glancing up, he saw it was Natalya, and she said, “Wow, I was not expecting all that.” Kasamir admitted with a sober tone, “Nor I.”
“So, if you’re responsible for me, does that make you something like an extra big brother?” asked Natalya curiously. Kas thought about it for a moment, and he said, “I suppose you could think of it like that. Why do you ask?” Natalya smiled, and she linked her arm with his, and then leaned her head against his shoulder. “Because if you don’t mind having a little sister, I don’t mind having an extra big brother.” Kas thought again about how his mother was pregnant when the train accident took place, roughly six years ago, and how he could have been an older brother. This was neither the time nor place to dwell upon such things, though he felt a bit of warmth from a spot just above his heart.’Know that you are loved and wanted,’ he could almost hear Lana tell him. “I wouldn’t mind that at all,” he said to Natalya, as he placed a hand over hers.
Natalya grinned, and she said, “Well good, because we’ve got things to do.” Glancing over at her, he asked almost hesitantly, “We do?” Natalya nodded, and she said, “Oh, yes. We’ve got to figure out school supplies and clothes, and whatever else I’ll need. Oh, and we’re going to have to arrange to get my horse to England.” Kasamir paused a moment, and he asked, “And … why would you need your horse at school?” Natalya replied logically, ‘Well, surely Hogwarts has an equestrian team … .”
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My God what have we done to you?
We always try to share, the tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through
Things get damaged, things get broken
I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken
Left us so brittle, there was so little left to give "
