[PV] Lost & Found?

[June Selwyn]

JUNE SELWYN
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Date: September 1 , 2026 | @Kenna Kell | Dialogue: X
────────────────────────────────

The trip to school on September 1st had a unique energy to it. It was the same on the Aderyn as it was on the Hogwarts Express.

Older students greeted friends they hadn't seen all summer, compared timetables, and traded stories from their holidays. Interspersed among them were the unmistakable first-years, clutching trunks that looked far too large for them and glancing around with varying degrees of excitement and apprehension.

June smiled to herself as she watched them. One year ago, she had been no different.

Well... perhaps a little different. She had boarded as a transfer student rather than a first-year, but she distinctly remembered the feeling that everyone else had received a copy of some unwritten handbook.

To be fair, she had felt the same way in her first year. Perhaps the problem was with her.

Hmm. Not a pleasant thought to start the school year with.

June wandered leisurely through the Grand Saloon, a book tucked beneath her arm, weaving around students waving their final goodbyes and those already settling into the voyage. Every so often she caught snippets of conversation.

"...my founder asked me-"

"...do you think the dorms-"

"...what if I get lost..."

She couldn't help smiling. Some things never changed.

June had almost reached one of the comfortable sofas overlooking the clouds when something caught her eye.

A cream-coloured envelope lay abandoned on the ground next to an upholstered bench.

It was thick, expensive parchment, the sort that resisted creasing no matter how carelessly it was handled. Across the front, in elegant emerald ink, the Penwick crest had been embossed, and a wax seal closed the envelope.

June frowned. Someone had almost certainly set it down for "just a moment", right?

She looked around the surrounding seats. All empty.

Perhaps they had gone to fetch a drink? Or perhaps they had only just realized they had left behind what was almost certainly an official letter from Penwick?

June picked it up carefully, resisting every temptation to peek inside. Whatever it contained, it wasn't hers to read. Besides, it was probably a copy of their welcome letter with their list of supplies. Or maybe it was a final warning for someone about to be expelled. Or a summer reading list she had never received...

Her mind raced with ideas as she scanned thr crowd, hoping someone might come hurrying back with the unmistakable expression of a person who had misplaced something important.

If not... Well, she supposed she'd have to find a member of staff once they'd landed.

For now, though, she simply stood with the envelope in her hand, tapping it against the over of her book as she waited for its owner to appear.

[Kenna Kell]

Kenna had never traveled alone before. At least, not outside of her family's property, or the river running through it that was claimed by their allies the merfolk. She'd snuck around a bit, sure, and explored once or twice underwater without Zari by her side, but this? This was different.

The sheer wall of sound on every side -an inevitable result of being in a room packed to the gills with kids and teens with no supervisory adults- made her feel claustrophobic in a way that was uncomfortably unfamiliar. She'd... she'd never in her life been surrounded by so many of her peers.

The burning heat racing through her veins made her feel unmoored and slightly panicked, and as such, her hands were clutched tight around the two most significant magical objects in her possession.

First, in her left hand, she fisted the charm of the seashell necklace she never took off. It was a gift from Zari when they were toddlers, a relic from one of their first adventures together. Years later, as a combined birthday present, the object had been twinned and charmed in a way that allowed the pair to send short messages to each other. To Kenna, in that moment of overwhelm, it was the singular tangible link back to the people she knew and loved back home.

In her right, dominant hand was gripped one of her newest yet most valuable possessions. The rowan wand, pale and smooth on the stripped narrowed end, yet a rich brown at the handle where the bark remained, sat cool and weighty in her clammy palm. The strange woman who had sold it to her had told her of the odd combination; a wood known for unwavering defenses, a core for explosive offense. It was a warrior's wand through and through. Despite the fact Kenna had never in her life used it to cast a spell, let alone participate in a duel, such a powerful object being firmly in her possession gave her a sense of comfort that was undeniable.

Tangled between the comfort of the past and the shining potential of the future, Kenna entirely missed her Supply List letter falling out of her pocket and fluttering away in a manner that was almost cheeky. She did, however, a handful of minutes later, once she was firmly back in the moment, notice that very same letter clutched in the well-manicured hand of an older blonde girl.

"Hey!" screeched Kenna, in the unholy timbre and volume only achievable by an extremely peeved pre-teen girl "That's mine!"

[June Selwyn]

JUNE SELWYN
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Date: September 1 , 2026 | @Kenna Kell | Dialogue: X
────────────────────────────────

The passage of time can open one's eyes to many things.

Realizing you were wrong, perhaps. Or that you haven't forgiven someone who hurt you long ago.

Or that first years were annoying.

June often didn't think they were so bad, after all, she didn't encounter them much these days. But she remembered in her own first year when someone had compared her to a banshee, and in this moment, she understood that more than she ever had.

June flinched at the volume of the shrill scream of "That's mine!"

Several nearby students turned their heads.

The accusation echoed across the saloon with enough force that, for one horrifying second, June wondered if everyone else now also believed she had decided to begin sixth year with petty theft.

She looked from the envelope in her hand to the girl marching toward her, then back to the envelope again, as though checking she hadn't somehow imagined the entire situation.

"...Bloody hell," she replied after a brief pause. "Take it then."

There was no point matching the girl's volume. The poor thing looked moments away from either bursting into tears or hexing someone. Possibly both.

As the distance between them closed, June noticed details she'd missed before. The wand clutched so tightly it looked as though prying it free was impossible. The seashell necklace wrapped protectively in her other hand. The flushed cheeks, the quick breathing, the unmistakable expression of someone trying very hard not to let the enormity of everything overwhelm them.

June's irritation evaporated almost immediately.

She knew that look, and her face softened as she recognized it. "Found it on the floor," June explained, extending the envelope toward the girl, waiting until she had taken hold of the envelope before letting go, resisting the urge to smooth the now slightly crumpled corner.

"I'd make sure it's tucked away properly this time," she said, nodding toward the girl's pocket. "Other sixth years might not have been so generous." June adjusted the strap of her satchel absentmindedly, looking again at the necklace in the girl's hand. "That's very pretty," she commented, trying to make the girl feel a bit more at ease (so hopefully she wouldn't scream another criminal accusation at her). "A good luck charm?"

[Kenna Kell]

For a moment, Kenna could do nothing but stare baldly at the older girl. She… seemed about of an age with her brother, and if Kenna had spoken to Kenan like that… Well, at best he’d have yelled right back. Barbed, poisonous things that always seemed to know just where to cut deepest. At worst, he would have condescended her in that detached way of his that always left her feeling like a flobberworm on the floor. With a screaming match, at least she was able to fight back, but when her brother turned his silvered tongue on her, Kenna’s always seemed to turn to lead.

A teenager talking to Kenna like she was an actual person? Well, that had her completely disarmed.

“Erm, thanks.” replied the girl awkwardly, all the indignant wind leaving her sails. “I’ll do that then.”

At the mention of her necklace, Kenna’s hand tightened unconsciously around the shell. “And not exactly. It’s a… friendship necklace. My best friend Zari has a matching one.”

Despite her apparent kindness, Kenna didn’t trust the strange girl just yet. She wasn’t going to reveal in front of everyone that she had an enchanted object hanging around her neck. That was just asking to be robbed. Suddenly, Kenna was struck with a thought.

“Wait. Who exactly are you anyway?”