SARABI AIYSHA YAR'ADUA - SHE/HER - ELEVEN - WOLFHEART
✨ The African girl introduced herself to the other people who entered the compartment car as well. Wow, this is alot of people, she thought. She felt nervous around this many people. She had always preferred animals to people. She bit the inside of her cheek, her bright demeanor obviously changing. She began to nervously twiddle her thumbs, her heart racing. She got crowded very easily. That's why she had always loved her home. It was full of space and the open plains. But being in America, it was so different. Her blue eyes glanced over at the boy beside her as he stuttered. She saw how shamed he was. She smiled softly at him, her blue eyes sparkling with reassurance. "It's alright. I used to have a stutter too." Sarabi said warmly, a soft smile on her pink lips. Sadie purred and leaned into the dark-haired boy's hand. Sadie meowed and twitched her nose. Sarabi turned her attention to Lucy as she spoke about her wand. She listened to her speak. She seemed to know alot about wands. Maybe it was a hobby of hers.
"Phoenix Feather." Sarabi admitted, crossing one leg over the other as it became very crowded for her. She felt as if it was stuffy in the compartment and she knew before the train ride was over, she'd need to get some air. She hated being confined into a small space.
BANOU HASSNA YAR'ADUA - SHE/HER - TWENTY SIX - DEPUTY HEADMISTRESS
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