closed One interesting meeting

'What a wonderful day!'

Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight, watching the clouds glide across the firmament. What she wouldn’t give to evaporate and join them in the air, forever cycling from cloud, to puddle to cloud again… then she remembered she’d likely be consumed. Her nose wrinkled

She stares at the castle again, she didn’t hate her time here, but things felt difficult. It was almost exhausting trying to get out of her bubble and interact with this much newer world, she wished she could've pull her brothers onto the express, longing for their teasing and humorous escapades.

'Quit moping… you’re gonna get frown lines..' and pretty much immediately her expression morphed into a calmer one, she looked as if she were the muse of a painting, sitting on a large round stone (God forbid her gown gets grass stains) crossing a leg over the other as she watches the water lap and ripple at the edges of the lake.

Her eyes wandered, landing on a girl of similar age, Hufflepuff, if she’d memorized her house colors… the girl held a penguin plushie and seemed to be staring at nothing in particular, immediately Agnès felt a small connection, she’d looked similar to the Hufflepuff a few moments ago in fact.

'Maybe I could talk to her… nah… she probably doesn’t wanna be bothered… looks busy' she told herself, gently, but even then she couldn’t stop herself from inching a little closer, becoming a notable presence.

"What about our dahlias? At least I know mother will remember to water our jasmines, but will she take proper care of our dahlias? Will she feed the swans?", Anna thought. She stopped walking and looked at the Great Lake, though it looked nothing like the one she had back at home. She saw her own reflection in the lake. Her reflection mirrored a short girl of brown skin, slightly thick and red lips, wide blue eyes, and Anna's favorite part of her appearance, her curly black hair Anna's mother taught her that curly hair needs more work to do, but once you know how to take care of it, you have endless options of how to make your hair each time more beautiful...Thanks to her mother's teachings, Anna's hair was shiny and carefully curled to perfection, and she could even do it alone now, as opposed as to when she needed her servants to do her hair for her. This made her feel very proud.
Anna, however, decided it was no good to stay here, trapped in her own thoughts and wandering aimlessy, wasting time with memories and longing instead of exploring all the new things she is meeting. Maybe she should try to study the trees and flowers Hogwarts has, she might even find out a new specime! So the hufflepuff adjusted her posture and supported Aoibheann on the collar of her outfit as she decided to seek for something new. But as she did, she felt a presence. One she should have noticed a long time ago. She turned her head to see... a beautiful girl, sitted on a stone, who looked like a muse waiting to be painted, and that muse's rosy lips on her pale skin was the ink to a blank canvas. "She's...striking..." , Anna thought, looking at that girl with with her mouth slightly open as if surprised, but didn't immediately say anything.
Anna then looked at the girl's gown, which sent Anna back into happy memories of her own life back in her manor. In a quick movement, Anna ran in the direction of the girl, and stopped a few inches away from her with a large smile playing on her own face and revealing two front teeth that were just slightly bigger than the rest. The hufflepuff was on her tiptoes, clasping her hands together behind her back, and making immediate eye contact.
‒Your dress is so beautiful! Who is your tailor?
...Anna has a very many hard words that are part of her vocabulary, but it appears that some rather simple words like "delicacy" and "common sense" are unknown to her.
The girl's gown reminded Anna of her own gowns and dresses back at home, which she'd use to dance with herself (and with her poor brother) and pretend she was in a fancy ball, dancing with princesses and princes alike. She always dreamed of going to a party with a beautiful ball gown, but she has never even gone to a party that wasn't the birthday party of a close relative. Her mother, Bethany, went to many parties and would sometimes stay there all night and all dawn, but didn't let her daughter accompany her because those events were "too adult" for Anna, whatever that meant. Anna's father, Jacob, hated any social event and avoided them like the plague. That didn't stop the girl from dreaming about using a princess-like gown to go to a ball like the ones she reads about in her books, ignoring the fact she feels extremely overwhelmed by crowds and loud noises.

As she kicked her feet in the grass, she found herself looking at the beaming sun. Agnès heard sunlight was good for her skin, on the contrary, she was also very prone to sunburning and as the heat increased she became a lot more wary of the time she spent outside…. She may have even retreated back to her common room if it weren’t for a shadow… looking in that direction she was greeted by a dark-skinned girl, maybe about her own age. The girl had a noticeable overbite, though that seemed to add to her charmingly young appearance.

The girl before her had curls that rivaled Agnès’ own, and she couldn’t help but envy her style… maybe she ought to try it… if it were possible of course. Agnès fanned her face, wondering if there was a spell to blast herself with cool air when she’d heard the girl speak;

-Your dress is so beautiful! Who is your tailor?

Agnès couldn’t help but nearly smile, a girl who liked and even understood tailor made dresses, it seemed her guest could recognize them on sight, and that certainly was about to get her talking.

“Well you see, my grandmother knows a guy… this dress is a French original.”

One way to get Agnès to start talking is to force her to nerd out, now she was willing to share the full creative process ifher acquaintance would listen. Eyes sparkling like a firework, lips ready to move a mile a minute, she fidgeted with the fabrics on each frill,

“I take it you’re familiar with dresses?”

@@Anna Blackberry

Anna rocked her body back and forth childishly, looking at the girl in front of her with a lot of interest, and holding the bar of her own sleeve.
—Your grandma has a fantastic taste for clothes. Mine does too, but she doesn't know any french tailors, I think...
The black haired girl put her finger on her chin. Her mother had given a lot of compliments to foreign tailors who made some of her dresses, but Anna never really met any of them.
—And... Ah, I'm familiar with dresses yes. My mother loves them so much, she has a new one in her closet by the end of every month.
If only that could be an exaggeration..., Anna thought, and although her gaze had been fixed to the delicate girl in front of her, the hufflepuff had yet to realize her addressee was almost smiling.
—Oh, oh! I like dresses, too! Back at my house, I just love to put on my most beautiful dresses with my mother... —Anna spun around herself passionately, holding her school robes like they were a frilly dress. —And dance with her all over the parlor like we were in a royal ball! She even taught me a bit of waltz. But I doubt I know about as much about tailoring as my mother does. She's always so in love with all of those beautiful dresses and outfits!
The hufflepuff stopped spinning, and within a few dizzy attempts, managed to stand up correctly. With such good memories, and near someone who seemed to have interests similar to Anna's, the latter could simply not stop smiling. She couldn't avoid the moment brought her. Or maybe she was just a bit too excitable.
—Ah! You know, actually, I never met any french tailor! Are they any different from the English ones? Or the Irish?
Anna tilted her head and leaned slightly forward, her hands clutching each other behind her back.