Finished An Unexpected Letter

That was all that could be heard mumbling from the girls mouth this wretched morning. Brielle had woken up an hour late. An hour! She usually had a very precise morning routine, but no, not this morning. This morning she had to wake up, throw on her robes and run upstairs to the Great Hall. Left with a few minute before she had to trot out the door, she applied a dab of makeup and went on her way. Now I wouldn't call Brielle full of herself, but she did tend to get caught up in herself in the mirror. Sure, there were plenty of beautiful girls at Hogwarts, Brielle just considered herself one of them. Well now I take it back, she is kind of full of herself.

Not in a bad way though! She defiantly is one of the nicest people you will meet, she just sometimes has those moments. Now enough of that, back to the story. Where were we? Ah yes, running out the door. She turned the corner quickly, her heels skidding the waxed floor. There weren't many students out on her way there, only those who dont attend meals.

Once she got to the Great Hall, she quietly tiptoed her way to the proud table of Slytherins and sat down, flicking her long black hair behind her shoulder. As she giggled with her friends about her being late, they all became quiet at the sound of a chalice clanging against the floor.

She cocked an eyebrow as she looked at the source of the noise. It seemed to be all the way across the room. Gryffindors.. She mumbled, rolling her eyes as she turned back to her table. Though a blonde haired boy shook her shoulder, pointing back at the Gryffindors table, indicating for her to watch. Annoyed, she glanced over and saw an owl. What was so special about an owl? It had been holding a note, it seemed normal, maybe just a family letter from home.

Brielle peered closer and noticed it was different though. A howler, to be exact. Her eyes lit up, ready to see the embarrassment in whosever cheeks the letter belonged to.

”Uno sciocco è solo uno sciocco se vuole essere! I am not a fool, therefore, I am a genius!” “Am I right?”

Brielle stood and raised a fist in the air, smiling from across the hall.

"Yeah!"

Piérre took in the chanting from the Slytherin table on the far side of the room, spinning in a slow circle with his arms wide open, drinking in the shouts. Considering he was a Gryffindor and that they and the Slytherin house were usually fierce competitors, Piérre considered it an achievement that he had been able to provoke such a profound reaction.

Piérre turned to the Ravenclaw table, all of whom seated there were rolling their eyes at the first year Gryffindor’s stupidity. ”Aw, come on you guys!” Piérre catcalled, beckoning them to turn their heads and listen. ”I may be the practical genius, but face it, you guys are the tactical geniuses! Hear it for the Ravenclaws, eh?” Piérre directed the chanting towards the silent blue table. By this point, even a few Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors were slowly standing, beginning to clap in agreement.

With another chuckle, Piérre slowly sank to the bench again with a sigh, stroking Zelda’s soft feathers and tapping on her beak playfully. ”See you in a week, old gal. I’ll be writing another letter for you to take soon.” He whispered quietly, taking her into his arms before encouraging her to fly back to the owlry by gently tossing her into the air.

Gracefully, the barn owl fluttered her wings, snatching a blackberry from the tipped fruit dishes before swooping up and through an open window that allowed fresh air to circulate in the Great Hall.

Piérre started at the newly made mess before him. The tablecloth was speckled black and white from the Howler’s ink, and bits of the cloth was even scorched and burned from the letter’s bursting into flame. The food which had been neatly stacked was now scattered across the table, and to nobody’s surprise, many of the Gryffindors which had been near Piérre initially were now moving away, chattering quietly to each other as they headed for a little neater part of the table.

Piérre was about to retrieve his plate when a young girl with long blonde hair plopped down next to Piérre on the bench. She smiled, which caused her nose to pleasantly crinkle up.

"Hi my name is Elizabeth, I mean Evangeline, but you can call me Eva, I am a first year Gryffindor and thought I should introduce myself. You seem like a very funny kid by the way."

Piérre looked her up and down, letting his eyes take on their signature sparkle. She was brilliantly blonde, and her eyes were almost like his brother Romeo’s, for they were a gentle sea blue which looked as if they had misty grey swirls inside of them. She evidently also knew, whether form Howler or from meeting him before (she might have, Piérre had a really bad habit of forgetting things when he was running through the halls looking for trouble), that he was quite a prankster. ”Hi ElizabethImeanEvangelinebutyoucancallmeEva.” Piérre gasped dramatically after saying the last bit in one breath. ”Man, you should think about shortening your name! How about ‘Eva’?”

After watching Eva’s reaction to Piérre’s little jest, Piérre went on. ”I’m Piérre Marchonné. Thanks for the compliment, I try my best.” Piérre have a mock bow, intended to provoke a giggle. When sated, Piérre looked back into Eva’s curiously bright eyes. ”I’m also a first year in house Gryffindor, but bet you probably figured that out.” Piérre shrugged. While he did look a bit old for his age, he still had rather round cheeks and big eyes, which complimented his oddly piqued ears reminiscent of a mythological elf’s. He suddenly remembered his current outfit made up of his black undershirt and the sweater’s yellow and black harlequin. ”On second thought, at least the fact that I’m only a first year.”

Piérre tipped his head in curiosity almost like a puppy. ”What about you? Where are you from? I’m from the Ministry. Well,” Piérre shook his head, correcting himself, ”I mean, I was raised in Italy, but then I moved here to the London Ministry when I was seven. I only ask because blondes aren’t common in Italy.” He paused. ”Light hair is really pretty, though.”

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Interacting with @Elizabeth smith

Piérre listened to Eva’s responses to him, and Piérre made a mental count of how many questions verses statements about her life that she said. He smiled at the part when Eva had taken his name joke to heart. Keeping both statements and questions straight in his mind, Piérre decided to start out basic, throwing in a few tall tales while he was at it. He counted on his fingers as he answered the questions one by one.

”Okay, so, first thing. I got the Howler because I sent the shed horn of an Erumpet back to Maddie, my ‘mum’ without permission. It was a good thing it didn’t explode, Zelda can sometimes be a bit clumsy, as you saw her flying away from knocking the dishes over here.” Piérre nodded at the silver trays scattered across the floor and over the Gryffindor table. ”It wouldn’t be the first Howler I’ve gotten, and it certainly won’t be my last. You’re personally lucky that your parents don’t know about magical letters.”

Piérre chuckled once before counting off his second finger, a new tall tale/lie springing to his lips faster than groundwater into a puddle. ”Secondly, yeah, I was born in the Ministry. I’ve lived there my whole life. You know the Potter trial that’s been going on recently? Yeah, I was there. I snuck into the courtroom. There is so much cool hexed things and cursed items there, I’ve touched them all. It’s brilliant, an experience you’ll never understand til you’ve lived it.” Piérre leaned against the table, a sly, almost cocked up grin spreading across his face. He wondered how much this person we as going to take. She seemed pretty nice, though, and if she didn’t like Piérre stupid stories, he’d stop. He was respectable that way.

Upon hearing about Eva’s distress with a small group of Slytherin boys, Piérre’s green eyes flicked to them discreetly, gauging them for worth before looking at Eva again. Eva didn’t appear to be hurt at first glance, but then again, maybe she was bruised up pretty badly under her clothes? She certainly seemed the person whose meek outside would make for an excellent first target, and though Piérre couldn’t confirm, he could had sworn that one of the older boys she had been talking about looked a lot like the Dhampire boy and Quintus, the fifth years that had almost snuffed him on the train to Hogwarts in the first place. Eva said they had been looking at her. What if they had been looking at him too?

Smile never fading, Piérre looked back at Eva, who at this point had a hand extended to him. He had missed the part about being friends, but he figured it had something to do with looking out for one another. Sure. Piérre would always lend a helping hand, even when his own life wasn’t going well.

”Sure,” Piérre said, taking Eva’s hand and firmly shaking as custom in Europe. ”Allies.”

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Piérre glanced at Eva as she continued to talk, and it took all his willpower not to let his eyes widen when he heard about her mother dying in a car crash.

An overwhelming sense of guilt and sadness overtook him, and for the briefest of seconds, Piérre’s smile turned into a tiny frown of sadness, but he immediately raised his eyebrows and lifted his lip in a carefree smile. There was no need to dredge that up yet.

Apparently Eva was a Muggleborn. That didn’t really shock Piérre all that much. It seemed a lot of Wizards nowadays were muggleborn or half-bloods. He wasn’t a blood supremest himself, after all, he didn’t know what his own blood status was, let alone what his parents’ had been. For all he knew, he could be coming off as quite a Muggleborn because of how much he knew of the non-magical world in his seven years before Maddie had taken him and his brother in. When Eva had finished, Piérre smiled, more sympathetically this time, speaking quietly as if only to Eva.

”I’m sorry about your mum.” He said, looking at the ground. His palms were beginning to sweat, and he dried them on his pant legs quickly. ”She sounded really nice, being a nurse and all...” Piérre laughed bitterly. ”I have a respect for Muggle doctors you know. I wasn’t exactly... well, the safest individual.”

Flashes of memory sparked and Piérre had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from gushing out his own life story. This was the longest conversation he had carried on with another student thus far in his entire life. It was odd, a little scary, and quite awkward if he had to be completely honest.

”Those boys haven’t really bothered me much in the past, but they did try to turn me into a Dhampire on the train to Hogwarts! Caught me in the car cuz I ran into them on accident!” Piérre looked up at them again, but found that they had already focused upon their own table and house members again. ”An anti-bullying club sounds interesting. That’s really chivalrous of you to protect other people like us. We need to look out for the small kids, right?” Piérre smiled again, turning back to his plate and piling more food on. His other plate of food had been sent clattering across the floor when he had dropped his goblet, so seconds it was. The mice would enjoy a feast tonight. Maybe Piérre would go say hi to them...

”I don’t know if I want to join a club quite yet, though.” He said, poking at his eggs. ”I’m having a hard time getting accepted into the school’s registration. I dunno what the issue is, but it’s pretty bad...”

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*OOC Note: Piérre is in fact referencing in 4th-wall breaking that his user did have a hard time getting accepted at first! Haha, references!*

Piérre shook his head. He would cross that hurdle when it came to it. ”I wish you luck starting you club though! I just don’t think you’d want a troublemaker like me making a bad name out of your well-meaning group.” Piérre looked back to Eva kindly. ”If any bullies every bother you again, though, don’t hesitate to let me know. Tell me their names and the place you want me to ambush them, and I prank them so hard they’ll never forget it!”

Chatter in the hall increased and Piérre looked around in time to see that strident were already filing out the doors to go their first class. Eyes widening, Piérre shoveled the eggs in his mouth, snatched a few bananas, and apple, and three strips of beef jerky. He would eat them when he got hungry. That was unlikely though, as he was never really open to eat breakfast in the first place.

”I wisth euh luwk!” Piérre mumbled, mouth full as he stood up form the bench and wiped down his Hufflepuff robes. ”Gon be late fur clath!” He sprinted from the bench, stopping at the door and swallowing before turning back to Eva.

”Nice to meet you, ElizabethImeanEvangelinebutyoucancallmeEva! See you in class!” Piérre shoved a roll in his mouth from a plate on the nearest table before waving quickly and dashing out the door to his first class.

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