Inspired Quills

"I'm fine," Kyani answered Angela's question with a low whisper and a lie. Then she opted for the truth. "I don't much like hights." She was happy listening to the da--Cana and Gabe chat with--Mia? Mae? No... Maija. Kyani was much better at being a face than a conversation partner, especially when a...

Kyani had to admit, that while Gabe hadn't met her physical expectations, there was something about him that--oddly enough--put her at ease. The girl couldn't remember the last time she had been that close to that many men and not have the horrid twisty-turny feeling in her stomach. Even as Gable le...

There were some things about magic the continued to impress Kyani to know end. Like the fact that her entire Tumi matched luggage set was able to fit in the satchel across her shoulder without it weighing any more than the actual leather itself. Part of her wondered if the magically extended bag wou...

Kyani had ever even thought about potions becoming vapor. But... why not? Almost all liquid could turn into solids and... gas. Why couldn't you treat potions as any other liquid? It was brilliant. And the plush pillow in her hands was one of the most thoughtful things she had ever been given. Gabe h...

The combination of the warm air from the duffel, the protective cushioning, and the gentle sway of Cana's stride had practically lulled Kyani to sleep on the walk from the castle to Hogsmeade. Still only being a first year, it was technically against school rules for her to leave the grounds. But wh...

Kyani felt a water smile reacher her lips as Angela talked about the two of them being friends. She really hoped they were. She hadn't really planed on telling anyone, She wanted a fresh start, where no one knew her. And she'd gotten it! Until Eric ruined it all. She was sure he was over there telli...

Kyani sipped on the water Angela had given her as she helped the girl clean off her clothing. It was ruined. There would be stains and everything. Even if there was a spell to remove the stains, the Slytherin doubted she would be able perform it. Maybe she could ask Cana to help. But now she was muc...

Kyani didn't usually act like a homicidal maniac. At least, not when all a person had said was her name. But he had said it in that way. Like he knew her. Knew who she was. And she knew that if he kept talking, everyone else would know too. This please was supposed to be a start-over. Where no one c...

Despite everything, Kyani was trying to have a good time. Maybe if she just focused on the people she liked that were here--two of the three seated around her--she could still have a good time. Th at was, until the brightly colored oaf opened his big stupid mouth. "My God, you're Kyani Taylor, aren'...

Kyani bristled as the boy settled himself. The group was growing larger than she was really comfortable with. Not that she wasn't used to being around a lot of people, it was common occurrence to her. But she didn't like having to share attention. Not that she was an attention hog, or anything, but ...