Closed It’s All in Your Mind…

Aggie could practically taste the impact. Looking forward she noticed the Gryffindor, her eyes wandering over the girl’s hazel eyes, staring at the assortment of freckles littering her face, a medley of melanin indeed. The girl didn’t seem to look too mad… was she talking?-

The cacophony of students speaking in the background faded from Agnès’ mind, she couldn’t even recall what she had smelled on the tables as she focused all her attention on girl. “Eh… I’m fine-…” But before she could fully process her own sentence, the Gryffindor was walking away? Agnès tilted her head and in watching her lips mouthing she realized she was supposed to be following and listening. She speed-walks back to the Gryffindor’s side, thank god for her long legs.

“…I suppose…?” Her answer was lacking, even she noticed it after speaking, but what else was there to truly say? Watching the owls fly above their heads, delivering treats and morning messages Agnès found herself following the student… was this the “Lion Charisma” she’d heard was a trait? Agnès wasn’t all that charismatic herself… it was certain she’d find herself behind a Gryffindor wasn’t it? It was a bitter truth that she’d much rather hold in the back of her mind.

FRIENDS?? Her eyes widened at the thought. There it was again…. Her heart beating, pounding against her ribs as if demanding more oxygen, she couldn’t help but pull in a large breath through her nostrils. ‘Did that look weird..?’ Agnès looks over at the Gryffindor, she introduced herself as Bree… standard English name, naturally she ought to speak herself.

“Agnès… it is French…”‘Well of course it is Odette, listen to your own accent’ She cursed herself internally for the obvious statement, mixed with the awkward tone of voice, what was so hard about introducing herself? In the midst of her internal argument it seemed Bree had left, and she was alone among her class… guess she was too uninteresting…. But it was a relief as well, that was yet another social interaction she’d passed… and she barely had to do anything to pass it.

Shifting in her chair, though just enough not to hit the fellow Slytherin beside her, Agnès lets the sun beam on her through the window, it’s radiant rays giving her the warmth to continue her thinking. She noticed everyone else talking… She was available for conversation too… narrowing her eyes, she tried looking more open to talk, trying to make her face appear more friendly, she even started twirling her fork around her finger, a trick she had gotten a lot of praise from her brothers for.

Nothing… barely a glance… she truly was average in this group… but hey! She liked being alone… more time with her thoughts. Her eyes almost immediately fell back on Bree and she stared at her while thinking, subconsciously she put her morning tea in a bowl, exactly how she liked it and sipped while watching. Her eyes flickered to and away, to and away. Agnès was asked to be friends… but what exactly would she say in order to accept that request? And if she did accept, what would her house think of her? This was a conundrum, and she felt pressure on her jaw before realizing she was grinding her teeth, she forcefully separated them and got to eating instead.

Breakfast reached its end and she stood with her housemates, never the first, but certainly not the last either. She fidgets with her hair… split end? Nope just a tangled curl, she could snip it later…

BUMP

At least it wasn’t as painful as the last, just a shoulder touch if anything, Aggie turned to see who her victim was this time, and wasn’t surprised to peep Bree yet again.

She blinks hard, closing her eyes to get herself out of her head and back into the present. “Charms? I was walking there too… well, my class-”Agnès gently bit down on her tongue to end the conversation, literally holding herself back from continuing. She looks at Bree’s smile. An infectious little grin, she felt the corners her little lips turn up, a passive but kind smile as she leaves herself open to listening to Bree talk.

Agnès wasn’t prepared to meets someone new, heck she wasn’t prepared to really talk past that little burst of conversation, but she’d give it her best as she followed the Gryffindor. She gives a quiet chortle at Bree’s little bump comment, truthfully she’d rather not smack into someone again, the next person may not be as lax as Bree here.

Agnès takes her chance in the silence to observe things around her, her eyes fluttering to the stone walls and moving paintings, all partially blocked by the sea of black, red and green robes. Stopping once would leave her washed up elsewhere, and as a first year, she was prone to getting lost.. it had happened before….

"So your name is Agnes? It's such a pretty name. Are you from France? Or did your parents just name you that?" Odd question… she assumed based on her voice it was somewhat obvious, but she wasn’t offended, it was fair question nonetheless. “Yes, I am Parisian… moved away a little while ago.”She confirms, her expression serene as she glances back at Bree. “Was it too obvious?”She asks, half sarcastically, half jokingly.

Bree seemed to almost speak a mile a minute… Agnès’ eyes widened, and she nods at everything the lion said despite only taking in a bit of the information.

“Game..? Uh… sure I guess we could play..?” She wouldn’t have said no regardless, flowing from topic to topic like a leaf in the wind, a paper boat in the waves as they finally reach the Charms room… would the game come before or after?

Agnès enters the room, dipping her head respectfully before going to a seat in the back. She imagined speaking again directly after class… with a brief nod, she extended the opportunity, if she so pleased to see her again.

Agnès watched Bree go up, at the back of her mind she wished she’d come back, curiosity of her new friend getting the best of her. She couldn’t exactly blame her though, they had only just met after all.


She felt her eyes painfully cross, her vision muddled as she fought sleep head on… the lectures were quite boring, knowing that there were more interesting lessons coming in her later years, it just made these Firstie classes feel more like a never ending fog, her eyes blink, nearly getting stuck as the exhaustion binds her lashes.

Waking up from her torpor, she looks around in a panic, locating the professor before immediately scrawling her notes in her paper, gripping the quill with white knuckles.


Finding her way out the door she narrowly avoids a third collision with Bree, Agnès began to wonder if maybe this was an omen, or maybe it was all in her mind?


”really close..” She chuckled, wondering if maybe she should get out of her thoughts and pay attention to her surroundings. “Not quite sure… I didn’t pay attention to the schedule.” she shook her head.


”Ah-… is that the plan?”now that she thought about it, she didn’t consider what that would entail, but she had heard that “Truth or Dare” was quite the embarrassing game, would she be up for it?