The Cannon and The Keeper pv Closed

The question from the older Hufflepuff caught her off guard. She had never really been asked that question before, but to her, the answer seemed easy none the less. She carefully set her broom and tools aside, she had been finished for quite a while. Looking up at the boy in front of her to give him her undivided attention. “No offense taken at all.” She gave him a soft smile before continuing. “I wasn’t allowed to socialize much with kids my own age. Most of my socialization comes from my grandparent's parties with all of their rich friends.” Although she didn’t come right out and say she was pureblood, it was made pretty obvious.

She bit her bottom lip and looked away from him for just a moment. A moment that would show that she held some insecurity about what she was about to say. “We live in a muggle town deep in the forest, but there is a lake that all the kids play at walking distance from my house even though we own the land. Well… I was never allowed to venture off too far when the kids were there. I learned to experience the things I wanted to through a lens. When you look at Winter, you see a beautiful blanket of white snow, your breath in the air from the cold, and trees devoid of leaves, right?”

She reached into the bag next to her and pulled out a small photo album that was only big enough to hold 2 photos per page. “When I look at winter, I see this.” She held the album out to him so that he could look and experience it himself. “I look at everything and everyone like an art piece. Like you and your smile would photograph really well with autumn colors behind you. It would bring out the green in your eyes, the olive tones in your skin (going off of the pictures of him), and the rich browns in your hair. These are just the things I notice.” She shrugged and watched him looking for his reaction. It was clear that when she spoke about the colors that he was comprised of, it was not in the way of attraction. She looked at people like they were potential art pieces.    

She offered him another smile in return to his right before he looked up at the sky. He spoke about his mother and her favorite hydrangeas. She looked to where he pointed on her photograph as he referenced it for the likeness of the colors. Her eyes also drifted up the sky when that became a reference as well. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen that particular flower before. Her mother always grew practical things, but she might have seen something like that in the town when they went shopping for their groceries.

“That sounds like a charming flower. Probably something that would photograph well. I think it just stems from seeing the world from the perspective of the outside looking in. When you don’t get to have friends, you learn how to see the world a little differently. It’s not necessarily the bad thing just different.” Truth be told, she loved how she was able to look at the world and see the finer details that a lot of people either take for granted or seem to miss altogether.

Would it have been nice to have friends for the majority of her young childhood, yes? She was making up for that now, however, by making friends now. “The way I see it is even if I had made friends with the muggle kids in town, I wouldn’t have a lot of opportunities to keep them as friends. It was probably for the better of it all in the end anyway. It’s easier to create bonds here where I am not required to hide who I am or lie about where I go and what I do.” She didn’t enjoy lying as much as she would if she felt it was necessary. She just preferred not to if she could avoid it.