the ugly truth

Angel frowned. She brushed a strand of hair from her forhead. How on earth had she ended up there? Angel had no clue.

She picked up a flower. Twirling it in her hand, the Slytherin shook her head sarcastically. There was no way she was going anywhere else, it seemed. Angel liked the Arena, anyway.

For no reason at all, she tore apart the delicate flower. Her hands suddenly didn't seem strong enough to hold the ruined pieces, as they fell to the ground soundlessly.

As always in this kind of situation, Nightmare came first.

The tiny black kitten made its way into the arena, walking easily though it could easily be snatched up by a hawk or falcon, seeing as it could fit into the palm of one hand. The feline seemed mostly unconcerned, stopping just beside the girl and gazing up at her as a petal of the flower floated toward the ground. Rising slightly on her haunches to paw at the petals, the small kitten fell onto her back, still playing with the delicate flower.

"So she likes flowers now. Brilliant." Karma had appeared beside the kitten, her approach soundless and instantaneous. Sitting cross legged beside the cat as if she'd been there all along. "It would seem you, however, don't really like flowers at all." Raising an eyebrow at the younger Slytherin, Karma nodded in acknowledgement. She had made it a point to recognize everyone in her house, from the seventh years to the firsties. They all knew of her, at the very least, but none of them had really gotten to know her. On the flip side, she hadn't ever really shown actual interest in any of them, past knowing their names and their familial ties, but she was starting a new. She needed as many allies as she could get.

She supposed a few friends wouldn't hurt either.

"How's life, LaRue?"

Angel looked down at the kitten with a slight frown. How did that get there? It made her wish that she could still smile when she it playing with the now ruined flower.

Angel's eyes travelled to the girl sat beside it. She looked familiar. It wasn't hard to remember who it was. "Nah, never really been fond of them." In Angel's opinion, flowers were too... confusing. They could be happy- as in getting a bouquet from your beloved on Valentine's day- or sad like when they rested upon a grave.

She tilted her head. "Been worse. You, Black?"