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﹕backdated to the start of the first year﹕JUDE STORMED DOWN the corridor with a scowl on his face. To say the Gryffindor wasn't satisfied with his performance in his classes would be an understatement. He had never cared much about his grades before he got to Hogwarts, but his greatest wish was to become the best wizard he could be. Therefore, to hit a metaphorical brick wall whenever he set foot in a classroom was... discouraging.
He refused to acknowledge it out loud, most of the time. When Mother asked about homework and the professors, he made a point to go on and on about the interesting books he'd found in the library in his letter back, but not much else. If he slipped up and told her how upset he was, Arabella would coddle him. She'd worry about his mental well-being and would send endless letters to make sure he was doing okay.
Jude was eleven. He could deal with his emotions all on his own; he was certain of it. And his way of dealing with it was by storming down the corridor, hands closed into fists. He'd scream into his pillow as soon as he reached the Gryffindor common room. Or, if he was lucky, he'd get distracted by something mildly amusing and forget all about his disastrous potions and limited spell-casting.
Blinded by his heightened emotions, Jude didn't pay much attention to his surroundings. The students walking past him were mere blurs registered by the corner of his eyes. Those who were focused on the floor so he wouldn't stare into a familiar face. If any of the people he'd met so far saw him like this — red in the face, about to cry — they'd either worry or make fun of him.
Jude didn't have time for any of that.
Turning around the corner, down the path he assumed would take him to the Gryffindor common room, Jude crashed straight into someone. He stumbled backward at the bump, palm slamming against the wall for support, so he didn't fall to the floor.private thread with @Evaline Valerie Hawthorne
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Evaline wasn't nervous in the slightest. She always believed she was the best, and so she acted like it. If anyone looked at her strangely, she would stare right back, her eyes narrowing at them. Though, she did feel pity for other first-years, scurrying around with their heads down and holding their books to their chests. Poor them. But she didn't blame them. Not everyone could be as amazing as her.
Today, she left her usual black-and-pink accessories to wear a dark green bow in her, matching her Slytherin uniform. It was burned at the edges, since she tried to conduct a spell that she saw a few older students doing, cause she thought she could pull it off, but it blew up in her face. Literally. And figuratively. It was a blow to her ego, but then again, her ego was colossal, so it didn't make much of a difference. She still pranced around with suspiciously good posture for a girl with burnt robes and charcoal marring her pale cheeks.
She was now strutting through the hallways, clutching her books, with vials of ink teetering above them. Mid-walk, she pulled out a gothic, ornate mirror from her pocket, holding her books and ink with one hand, and staring at herself in the mirror in the other. She was just about to wink at herself in the mirror, when she turned a corner and ran smack dab into someone. She fell backward, and her vials of ink smashing on the floor, and her pretty mirror shattered. Evaline held her head, it got the worst of the blow. Her head was spinning and stars were zooming in and out of her vision.
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@Jude Morgan So sorry for the late reply!
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Despite his poor mood, Jude's first instinct was to check up on the person he'd crashed into. It distracted him from his failures, his hand reaching out to help the person who'd dropped to the floor.
"Are you all—?" However, he dropped the worried tone when he realized who he was talking to—Evaline Haw-something, the girl he had had the misfortune of meeting in Diagon Alley, and later on the Hogwarts Express. Jude's arm dropped to his side before he crossed his arms over his puffed chest. "Oh. It's you,"
Needless to say, he didn't like Evaline. She came across as unnecessarily spoiled and mean to him, acting like she was so much better. The green and silver touches of Slytherin in her black school robes told Jude everything he needed to know. Look, he had no problem with most Slytherins — they kept to themselves, and so did Jude, far preferring the company of Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs. However, it just so happened that the two girls he'd become enemies with were from that House, so when Evaline or Valencia were around, Jude hated Slytherin.
"Watch where you're going," he said, though it was just as much his fault as it'd been hers. Not that he'd ever admit that. Not to Evaline. The girl didn't deserve to see him in a bad mood. She had a way to make Jude feel worse.private thread with @Evaline Valerie Hawthorne