Storm's a'Coming

Kendera had gone immediately to the back side of the boat so she couldn't possibly see her grandmother anymore. Not that the woman would wait to see her off. Gerda - bless her - probably stowed her trunk away into one of the cabins, because Kendera certainly hadn't done so herself.

It was a nice day, really - lovely. Clear sky, perfect temperature. All Kendera could see were storm clouds, overshadowing the entire year, and probably the next, and the next, and...

At the moment, Kendera hated her grandparents with rather undiluted passion.

And if she saw Roman Ritter, she was likely to toss the boy overboard, just on principle.

Celest was on a mission to find the people she new and was excited to get to school this yer. It will be differentshe vowed to herself. Then she was clumsy and bumped into a girl and fell down. "I'm so sorry" she said as she got back up and felt to make sure her wand was ok.

Kendera's hair darkened by several shades as someone ran into her.

"There's an entire deck," she stated flatly, giving said deck a pointed look. "Honestly," Kendera continued loftily, "don't you look where you're going when you walk?"

Her eyes settled on the other girl, eyeing her with obvious scrutiny. She thought she may have seen her around the school, maybe, though she wasn't in her house. Kendera sniffed, ever the byproduct of raising among the pretentious pureblood elite.

"Are you in one piece, at least then?" Kendera demanded more than asked. She was in too foul a mood to be truly polite, but at least she tried.