Catherine glanced up from her bag. She was shaking a little but
stopped herself when she heard a voice from across the room. 'Oh,
hi,' she said nervously, 'You must be Alpe, nie to meet you?'
Although she did not mean for it, she sounded like she was asking a
question.
August shook Meg's hand. "August. What'd you do to your nose?" She
watched her almost curiously, having not met anyone here yet.
"Yeah, I'm Alpe." He tried to remember the girl's name, but it as
lost somewhere at the back of his mind. "Haha, I've already
forgotten your name..." He smiled sheepishly. He didn't mind that
she was basically asking if it was nice to meet him - it's good not
to trust someone as soon as you see them.
'Its no worries, I am pretty rubbish with names myself. It's
Catherine, by the way or you can call me Kat, I dont really mind.'
she shook her head at her thoughts, 'Yea, Catherine, daughter of
the Cheshire Cat'
She had her hands in her bag, playing with the extra item her mum
had packed for her. It probably asnt the best idea to get on the
wrong side of anybody, at least not yet.
August shrugged. "Sure." She picked up the paper that she had
tripped over and tucked it away in a draw. She tilted her head at
Meg, trying to figure something out. "Who's your fairytale parent,
then?" She sounded almost bored.
Alpe raised an eyebrow. "The Cheshire Cat? Ain't that in.. The
thing with... Alice?" His memory really was not good today. Or any
day, really. He glanced at his axe, and realised how it might be
seen as creepy so keep an axe next to your bed. He picked it up and
looked around, wondering where to put it. Eventually he decided on
the wardrobe.
"Rumpelstiltskin." The Mad Hatter was a name she recognised from
Alice in Wonderland, the person who hosted a tea party. She
smirked, deciding to try and at least have a bit of fun here.
"Wanna sign a contract? It'll only take your soul.." She teased,
grinning.
'Yea, thats the one, Alice in wonderland.'
She wracked her brains trying to think who her dormmats parents
might be, what fairytail involves a very threataning looking axe.
She did not ask this though for fear of sounding rude.
Alpe nodded, and noticed her looking at the wardrobe where he had
just placed his axe. "I'm not some crazy axe-welding maniac who's
going to chop your head off in the middle of the night," he joked,
a slight grin crossing his face.
"Like to do? Uh..." August had never really thought about that
before - she had always done what her dad had told her to. "I guess
I like... No idea. Meditating," she suggested, though she wasn't
sure if she actually like it, or she was just saying that because
she had nothing else to say.
She wasnt entirely shure if Alpe was kidding or not so she thought
it was best to save her special gift for sombody less, deadly.
'Anyway, ' she pushed her glasses back up onto her nose, and tryed
to think of a not weird topic of conversation, at that, she failed.
Alpe glanced at Kat, trying to think of conversation. He stood in
awkward silence for a while as he thought. "Uhh... Doesn't the cat
thing float?" It was all he could think of. Plus, seeing a floating
person could be fun. Imagine how many things you could steal.
'I wish!' she said laughing.'I can do this though,'
She turned invisible, well mostly. Her smile and feet were still
visible.
'Well, i am not quite perfec yet and cant stay this for more than a
few moments.'
She turned visible again.
"Draw, eh? Sounds fun." She glanced around the room again, before
adding, "Can I see some of your drawings?" Drawings were something
she always loved - not that she could draw. She preffered to
write.
Alpe stared at her. "Lucky..." He mumbled. All he could do was chop
wood and kill wolves, really. He swatted a lock of black hair from
his eyes. "How are you... Not a cat, then?" That was quite a erid
question, really, and he wasn't expecting an answer.
'Erm...'She looked around confused, 'I dont know, I had never
thought of that,'
She had finished unpacking and sat down.
'Anyway, what is your destiny?'
August stared at the dragon drawings. They were quite detailed and
impressive, she thought. "If I was actually good at writing
contracts, I could probably get you one... But hey, I'm not my
dad." She turned from the drawings, walking back to her bed to
continue unpacking.
"That person nobody remembers but actually saves the day." He
grinned. "Aka, the Woodchopper. From Little Red Riding Hood." He
turned slightly red. He didn't like telling people about his dad -
it made him feel weak, mostly because his dad was such a hero and
he was... Well, not. He unpacked his few belongings - a pocket
knife, some rope, scissors, meat and some cloth, stained with...
Something red.
"its ok i see dragons all the time cuz im friends with one i dont
own him hes a free dragon thats why my drawings are so detailed"she
said put her sketch book away.