26 Mar 2018, 07:31
Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
It was about nine o'clock Sunday morning and the outside world was covered in snow. Not just one or two inches like it was in London. Closer to the north pole, it was at least a couple feet high from the ground. The best part was that it was just starting to snow in Scotland and more white frost from the sky was going to appear for a long while in March.
This was the first year that Bloom was not with her family on a snowy day. Typically, her mother, Ashley Silverton, would make hot chocolate for her and her sisters, Bella and Claire, and her father, Adam Silverton, would join them outside in the cold playing endless games and creating endless snowmen and snow angels in the ice. This year was different. She did not have her hot chocolate, nor her sisters to fight with and her dad to build a snowman with.
Tradition is tradition, she thought to herself, knowing that even though it was different this year, she wanted to keep the tradition going. Who knows? Maybe she would like it better without her sisters. They often fought for her father's attention and Bloom was often left in the shadows. Now, she was able to do what she wanted without her younger sister, Bella, ruining her creation and her older sister, Claire, complaining about how cold it was.
Although a Sunday, Bloom stayed in uniform. The only difference was that she wore stockings on her legs to keep warm, hand mittens and snow cap that she brought from home, and a thick black robe that she wore on top. She felt bundled, and hoped that she would be warm enough to play outside for a bit.
Step by step, she made her way down from the West Tower, where the Ravenclaw Common Room was located, to the grounds level. Lucky this time, the moving staircases did not dare to move and she made her way to the bottom of the ground floor in no time at all. Wrapping her robe tightly, she exited the Scottish castle and found herself in the courtyard of the grounds. There weren't many people around. It honestly made Bloom feel better that she could make her snowman in peace without a Slytherin, or any other person for that matter, come and smash it to pieces.
Where to start..., she thought. Her chocolate eyes scanned the courtyard, trying to find an area with the most snow. A few seconds later, Bloom found the perfect area and walked over. She began to grab handfuls of snow and roll them up into a ball. Slowly, but surely, her small snowball began to grow bigger and bigger. When the time came, she would have to start rolling it to make it bigger. It was often the hardest part because snow was not as smooth as it looked.
This was the first year that Bloom was not with her family on a snowy day. Typically, her mother, Ashley Silverton, would make hot chocolate for her and her sisters, Bella and Claire, and her father, Adam Silverton, would join them outside in the cold playing endless games and creating endless snowmen and snow angels in the ice. This year was different. She did not have her hot chocolate, nor her sisters to fight with and her dad to build a snowman with.
Tradition is tradition, she thought to herself, knowing that even though it was different this year, she wanted to keep the tradition going. Who knows? Maybe she would like it better without her sisters. They often fought for her father's attention and Bloom was often left in the shadows. Now, she was able to do what she wanted without her younger sister, Bella, ruining her creation and her older sister, Claire, complaining about how cold it was.
Although a Sunday, Bloom stayed in uniform. The only difference was that she wore stockings on her legs to keep warm, hand mittens and snow cap that she brought from home, and a thick black robe that she wore on top. She felt bundled, and hoped that she would be warm enough to play outside for a bit.
Step by step, she made her way down from the West Tower, where the Ravenclaw Common Room was located, to the grounds level. Lucky this time, the moving staircases did not dare to move and she made her way to the bottom of the ground floor in no time at all. Wrapping her robe tightly, she exited the Scottish castle and found herself in the courtyard of the grounds. There weren't many people around. It honestly made Bloom feel better that she could make her snowman in peace without a Slytherin, or any other person for that matter, come and smash it to pieces.
Where to start..., she thought. Her chocolate eyes scanned the courtyard, trying to find an area with the most snow. A few seconds later, Bloom found the perfect area and walked over. She began to grab handfuls of snow and roll them up into a ball. Slowly, but surely, her small snowball began to grow bigger and bigger. When the time came, she would have to start rolling it to make it bigger. It was often the hardest part because snow was not as smooth as it looked.
Stamina - 10| Evasion - 11| Strength - 10| Wisdom - 11| ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 11
26 Mar 2018, 08:46
Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
Amelia often considered what life would be like if everything was more outdoors. If everyone lived in little cottages and all the animals came running to be your friends like that old muggle movie 'Snow White'. Although the Ravenclaw girl had never seen the movie, only heard of it, like most muggle things. Having grown up on a large estate as an only child, Ms. Lovell had spent most of her time exploring their vast expanse of land, discovering new creatures and different hiding places. It was one of her favorite past times, until she'd discovered all that could have been there. Now, being here at Hogwarts, it was like an entirely new place to discover.
Waking up to a view of the grounds on a chilly March morning, the winter was definitely making it's presence known with the snow covered ground. The brunette kept expecting the snow to blow over quickly like it did back home, but it came in full force and there was enough of it to experience something new. With that idea in mind, Amelia got bundled up in her school robes, adorned in blue. She loved to represent her house in any way possible, and wore the rest of her winter attire to match. Throwing on her winter cloak as the last item, the first year headed down the moving staircases and all the way out into the winter wonderland that was the grounds that morning.
Her breath was visible in the air as she exhaled her first time, and every time thereafter. A smile adorned her plump pink lips as she trudged through the feet of snow with her boots, lost in one of her favorite sounds--the crunching of snow beneath her feet. The cold didn't bother her like she knew it did for some people. As long as the sun was out and the air was fresh, she was happy. Looking around at the scarce amount of people on the grounds, she assumed the students were either not up early enough to enjoy something as wonderful as this, or they didn't like it as much as she. The brunette saw no reason to complain about the scarcity of people, though, and kicked around the snow, enjoying her own company.
That's when a large gust of wind knocked Amelia's hat right off the top of her curly hair. With a yelp, she watched with dark eyes as her hat was carried away in the wind, almost by magic. 'My mother made me that hat, I can't lose it already!' The thought rushed through her head as she took off after the black knit hat with the blue tuft on top. When she finally caught up to the cherished piece of attire, it had landed near a girl who seemed to be rolling the snow into a big pile. Picking her hat up off the snowy landscape, Ms. Lovell clutched it in her hands and stared in curiosity at the big mound of snow and then at the girl, back and forth for a moment before she realized she was being rude.
"May I ask what it is you're doing?" The question came without hesitation, Amelia's curiosity often got the better of her when she spoke. "Do you intend to sit upon it after it's gotten large enough?" Although it seemed, and certainly was, a silly question, people often didn't keep in mind how simple muggle traditions, or items, or ways of life went right over the pureblood's head. Things like snowmen never existed in Amelia's world.
Waking up to a view of the grounds on a chilly March morning, the winter was definitely making it's presence known with the snow covered ground. The brunette kept expecting the snow to blow over quickly like it did back home, but it came in full force and there was enough of it to experience something new. With that idea in mind, Amelia got bundled up in her school robes, adorned in blue. She loved to represent her house in any way possible, and wore the rest of her winter attire to match. Throwing on her winter cloak as the last item, the first year headed down the moving staircases and all the way out into the winter wonderland that was the grounds that morning.
Her breath was visible in the air as she exhaled her first time, and every time thereafter. A smile adorned her plump pink lips as she trudged through the feet of snow with her boots, lost in one of her favorite sounds--the crunching of snow beneath her feet. The cold didn't bother her like she knew it did for some people. As long as the sun was out and the air was fresh, she was happy. Looking around at the scarce amount of people on the grounds, she assumed the students were either not up early enough to enjoy something as wonderful as this, or they didn't like it as much as she. The brunette saw no reason to complain about the scarcity of people, though, and kicked around the snow, enjoying her own company.
That's when a large gust of wind knocked Amelia's hat right off the top of her curly hair. With a yelp, she watched with dark eyes as her hat was carried away in the wind, almost by magic. 'My mother made me that hat, I can't lose it already!' The thought rushed through her head as she took off after the black knit hat with the blue tuft on top. When she finally caught up to the cherished piece of attire, it had landed near a girl who seemed to be rolling the snow into a big pile. Picking her hat up off the snowy landscape, Ms. Lovell clutched it in her hands and stared in curiosity at the big mound of snow and then at the girl, back and forth for a moment before she realized she was being rude.
"May I ask what it is you're doing?" The question came without hesitation, Amelia's curiosity often got the better of her when she spoke. "Do you intend to sit upon it after it's gotten large enough?" Although it seemed, and certainly was, a silly question, people often didn't keep in mind how simple muggle traditions, or items, or ways of life went right over the pureblood's head. Things like snowmen never existed in Amelia's world.
26 Mar 2018, 23:51
Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
Bloom was in her element. She was grabbing piles of snow and placing it together to create a large snowball that would stay on the ground. Her gloves, not as great with the snow, was getting wetter and wetter. She wondered when her hands will begin to burn from the touch of the cold ice. She remembered her little sister, Bella, getting an ice burn from not wearing any gloves when playing with snow. It was drastic and luckily, her father knew how to take care of the issue.
Finally, the snowball was ready to be pushed to grow bigger and bigger. She began to use her legs to maneuver the ball around the courtyard. Little by little, the snowball got bigger. She then jumped when she heard someone's voice drown her out of her play. Bloom looked over at the girl who was starring at her and what she was doing.
Did she just ask me what I was doing? she asked herself, puzzled at how a girl did not know that Bloom was making a snowman. Raising her eyebrows, Bloom looked at the girl with a small smile. Maybe it doesn't look like a snowman yet for her to get it, she gave the girl the benefit of the doubt.
"I'm making a snowman," she responded to the girl. Bloom started to laugh when she asked if she was going to sit on it when it got bigger. Shaking her head 'no', Bloom stepped away from the snowball and walked up to the curly-haired girl. Her chocolate brown eyes smiling. "Want to help me build a snowman?" she asked, wondering if the girl had ever made one. The way she asked what she was doing and her question thereafter meant that she probably was never around snow. Granted, not a lot of students at Hogwarts originally lived in places of snow.
Finally, the snowball was ready to be pushed to grow bigger and bigger. She began to use her legs to maneuver the ball around the courtyard. Little by little, the snowball got bigger. She then jumped when she heard someone's voice drown her out of her play. Bloom looked over at the girl who was starring at her and what she was doing.
Did she just ask me what I was doing? she asked herself, puzzled at how a girl did not know that Bloom was making a snowman. Raising her eyebrows, Bloom looked at the girl with a small smile. Maybe it doesn't look like a snowman yet for her to get it, she gave the girl the benefit of the doubt.
"I'm making a snowman," she responded to the girl. Bloom started to laugh when she asked if she was going to sit on it when it got bigger. Shaking her head 'no', Bloom stepped away from the snowball and walked up to the curly-haired girl. Her chocolate brown eyes smiling. "Want to help me build a snowman?" she asked, wondering if the girl had ever made one. The way she asked what she was doing and her question thereafter meant that she probably was never around snow. Granted, not a lot of students at Hogwarts originally lived in places of snow.
Stamina - 10| Evasion - 11| Strength - 10| Wisdom - 11| ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 11
27 Mar 2018, 09:05
Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
Muggle Studies had perhaps been the most difficult subject for Amelia so far, and she didn’t struggle often with almost anything. Having been brought up in her father’s old leaning-towards-pureblood-supremacy ways and her mothers compliance, almost everything about the muggle world had never been brought up or talked about in her household. Even though they were only a few months into the school year, Amelia had already met plenty of students whose histories were almost the opposite of hers—having never known about the magical world at all, or next to nothing of it. She ended up feeling quite daft whenever simple concepts flew right over her head. Sometimes, though she wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, the Ravenclaw nodded along to whatever muggle reference fellow students would be making and would feign knowing what they were talking about, just to avoid asking the question.
This was indeed one of those instances, in which it dawned on the Lovell girl that this was something that was often done by muggles. Maybe it had been a magical world activity, too, but never one her parents had participated in. Looking from the snowball to the fellow student in front of her, she furrowed her brow ever so slightly in thought. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry about that.” Lost in thought, her apology sounded rather far away, but it was very much sincere. The brunette watched as the other girl raised her eyebrows in a questionable manner at her, but with a smile still gracing her lips. The tension in her brow subsided, and she suddenly felt very relaxed. This girl did not have a hostile aura by any means, but a very comfortable kind of presence, where Amelia felt almost instantly at ease.
When the answer arrived as to what she was doing, Amelia said aloud, “Snow…man…I see.” It didn’t sound like she very much understood, but she thought she had a vague idea. The first year figured the giant ball of snow the girl was currently rolling must be the base of this man made of snow. The laughter the girl admitted after her second question made Amelia's smile grow a tad larger, finding it a bit contagious. Then the girl said something the eleven year old girl would've never expected. The kind young lady offered Amelia to join her in the creation of this snow sculpture.
It was now a toothy grin that adorned Ms. Lovell’s lips, and she spoke with honesty, “I’ve never built one before, but yeah, I’d like to. I don't think I'll be very good at it, though.” Looking back over at the giant mound of snow, she wondered how big the snowman could possibly get to be. “So have you completed the first step here? What do we do afterwards? More rolling and packing of the snow, I'm assuming.” Her curiosity getting the better of her, Amelia got lost in thought for a moment about what the end result of this was supposed to look like.
This was indeed one of those instances, in which it dawned on the Lovell girl that this was something that was often done by muggles. Maybe it had been a magical world activity, too, but never one her parents had participated in. Looking from the snowball to the fellow student in front of her, she furrowed her brow ever so slightly in thought. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry about that.” Lost in thought, her apology sounded rather far away, but it was very much sincere. The brunette watched as the other girl raised her eyebrows in a questionable manner at her, but with a smile still gracing her lips. The tension in her brow subsided, and she suddenly felt very relaxed. This girl did not have a hostile aura by any means, but a very comfortable kind of presence, where Amelia felt almost instantly at ease.
When the answer arrived as to what she was doing, Amelia said aloud, “Snow…man…I see.” It didn’t sound like she very much understood, but she thought she had a vague idea. The first year figured the giant ball of snow the girl was currently rolling must be the base of this man made of snow. The laughter the girl admitted after her second question made Amelia's smile grow a tad larger, finding it a bit contagious. Then the girl said something the eleven year old girl would've never expected. The kind young lady offered Amelia to join her in the creation of this snow sculpture.
It was now a toothy grin that adorned Ms. Lovell’s lips, and she spoke with honesty, “I’ve never built one before, but yeah, I’d like to. I don't think I'll be very good at it, though.” Looking back over at the giant mound of snow, she wondered how big the snowman could possibly get to be. “So have you completed the first step here? What do we do afterwards? More rolling and packing of the snow, I'm assuming.” Her curiosity getting the better of her, Amelia got lost in thought for a moment about what the end result of this was supposed to look like.
28 Mar 2018, 06:58
Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
Stopping in her tracks, she looked at the Ravenclaw girl standing before her. The way she said 'Snowman' made Bloom realize that this might have been a new concept for her. Bloom was lucky that although she came from a magical family, she was able to explore a lot of muggle customs. Building a snowman was not necessarily a magic folk custom as it required a lot of work to build versus using magic to make an unending igloo or something more unbelievable.
Smirking at the girl, she stepped aside and offered the Ravenclaw to work next to her. "You won't know unless you give it a try," she said, smiling. "By the way, I'm Bloom," she introduced herself, her arm outstretched for a handshake.
"A snowman," Bloom started, while pushing the snowball that she was making around the courtyard, hoping it was grabbing onto more snow as it went, "has three parts. I'm making the lower one, then the next one is a bit smaller and then the third one on top is smaller. It's the head." After a few more rolls, she decided to work on the middle section of the snowman. She motioned for the girl to join her. "First step is to take as much snow as you can and make a ball with it," she instructed.
Bloom wondered if she was teaching the curly-haired Ravenclaw accurately. She did not want to confuse her as it was perhaps her first time making a snowman.
Smirking at the girl, she stepped aside and offered the Ravenclaw to work next to her. "You won't know unless you give it a try," she said, smiling. "By the way, I'm Bloom," she introduced herself, her arm outstretched for a handshake.
"A snowman," Bloom started, while pushing the snowball that she was making around the courtyard, hoping it was grabbing onto more snow as it went, "has three parts. I'm making the lower one, then the next one is a bit smaller and then the third one on top is smaller. It's the head." After a few more rolls, she decided to work on the middle section of the snowman. She motioned for the girl to join her. "First step is to take as much snow as you can and make a ball with it," she instructed.
Bloom wondered if she was teaching the curly-haired Ravenclaw accurately. She did not want to confuse her as it was perhaps her first time making a snowman.
Stamina - 10| Evasion - 11| Strength - 10| Wisdom - 11| ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 11
29 Mar 2018, 06:34
Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
The brunette in front of Amelia looked surprised or amused that she didn’t know exactly what she as doing. For a second, the Lovell girl wondered if what Bloom was doing was obvious to some people. There had been more and more instances since attending Hogwarts where the first year had discovered muggle ideas or concepts she'd never heard of before, but yet it baffled some of her peers. She supposed that some muggle-born students felt that way about the magical world, but Amelia had never really thought about 'not knowing' a whole different world and the way it worked. Lost in thought for a moment, her dark eyes glazed over.
Snapping out of her train of thought, the fellow student told her she wouldn't know unless she tried and Amelia nodded in agreement. "That it a very true statement.” She verbally agreed, taking a few steps closer to the big mound of snow. The girl finally introduced herself, and Amelia realized how rude she'd been by not doing it first. She realized that Bloom was the first person to ever introduce themselves to her initially. Flashing Bloom a toothy smile, the brunette responded, “I’m Amelia. Amelia Lovell. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Looking down at her outstretched hand, Amelia remembered this from past introductions to students who grew up differently than her. It was always a curtsy from a lady in her family. Grabbing Bloom's hand in quite the loose fashion, she shook it once quickly and let it go.
The eleven year old watched Bloom push the snowman around some more, slightly amazed at the fact that the snow stuck together almost too easily. Listening to Bloom's instructions, it became more and more clear about the end result of this project. When Amelia felt comfortable enough, she placed the palms of her black mittens in the snow and picked up as much as her dainty hands could hold. Patting and rolling the pile together, she was surprised once more at how simple it seemed to be. Once the mound in her hands got big enough to place on the ground, the Raven proceeded over to Bloom to show her her work.
“Do we just combine them, then? Your mound and mine?” A small giggle escaped the first year's lips, unable to contain how silly the questions sounded. “What is the face supposed to look like?” This was more of an absentminded question, as the snow slowly started to seep through the girl's mittens, making her hands even more cold than they had been before. Amelia, for the first time in a while, was having too much fun to notice.
Snapping out of her train of thought, the fellow student told her she wouldn't know unless she tried and Amelia nodded in agreement. "That it a very true statement.” She verbally agreed, taking a few steps closer to the big mound of snow. The girl finally introduced herself, and Amelia realized how rude she'd been by not doing it first. She realized that Bloom was the first person to ever introduce themselves to her initially. Flashing Bloom a toothy smile, the brunette responded, “I’m Amelia. Amelia Lovell. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Looking down at her outstretched hand, Amelia remembered this from past introductions to students who grew up differently than her. It was always a curtsy from a lady in her family. Grabbing Bloom's hand in quite the loose fashion, she shook it once quickly and let it go.
The eleven year old watched Bloom push the snowman around some more, slightly amazed at the fact that the snow stuck together almost too easily. Listening to Bloom's instructions, it became more and more clear about the end result of this project. When Amelia felt comfortable enough, she placed the palms of her black mittens in the snow and picked up as much as her dainty hands could hold. Patting and rolling the pile together, she was surprised once more at how simple it seemed to be. Once the mound in her hands got big enough to place on the ground, the Raven proceeded over to Bloom to show her her work.
“Do we just combine them, then? Your mound and mine?” A small giggle escaped the first year's lips, unable to contain how silly the questions sounded. “What is the face supposed to look like?” This was more of an absentminded question, as the snow slowly started to seep through the girl's mittens, making her hands even more cold than they had been before. Amelia, for the first time in a while, was having too much fun to notice.
5 Apr 2018, 23:26
Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
Amelia Lovell, she thought to herself. The name had sounded familiar. Perhaps it was on the list that all Prefects were given for their house. It was Bloom's job to memorize as many names as possible and after socializing with her students, put a face to the name. She remembered Amelia's name from a long batch because of her last name... Lovell. It matched her true feelings right now with Ben Eckenrode, her boyfriend. At least she thinks that is the feeling she is experiencing.
Shocked that the girl hadn't even seen a snowman before, Bloom tried her hardest to hide the emotion. She wanted her to feel comfortable making the snowman as it is her first time. She remembered her first time with her sister, Claire, and her parents. Her younger sister, Bella, was not even born yet. Honestly, it was one of her best moments in life. She was not the middle child, and she had all the time in the world with her father. She shook her head to get out of her mind and nodded to the Ravenclaw girl.
"Exactly! The bigger mound will be on the bottom, the medium one in the middle and then the smaller mound on top. It should look layered, sort of," she said, trying her hardest to describe a snowman. It was usually her parents who did the descriptions and Bloom would learn. It was strange to be on the other side of the table. She looked over at Amelia's work and smiled. It wasn't exactly how she would have made it to look, but for her first time, it was pretty good. "Nice! Keep going," she said, excited that the snowman was going to be completed quicker than she had thought. And it was a blessing in disguise, too, as her hands were getting a bit too wet from the snow -- which will lead to frost bite, a feeling Bloom did not want to have this year.
"Um," Bloom was at a lost for words. What IS the face supposed to look like? she realized that she did not bring the usual snowman materials that would be found on its face: buttons, carrot and the like. Shrugging, she described what would be traditional to Amelia, but they were going to make it different this time around. "Maybe we'll do some rocks on the face... If we dig far enough to the ground to find any," she said, wondering how deep the snow was from the ground. Frost bite here we come, she thought to herself, a but defeated at the fact.
"So Amelia... How do you like Hogwarts so far?" she asked, trying to keep up conversation with the brunette. This question was most likely a transitional one as Bloom was thinking of what else to talk to the girl about. Obviously, they had differences in snowy culture. It then dawned on Bloom to talk about favorite things. Just maybe they could have something in common.
"What's your favorite food?" she asked, randomly, while rounding out her part of the snowman.
Shocked that the girl hadn't even seen a snowman before, Bloom tried her hardest to hide the emotion. She wanted her to feel comfortable making the snowman as it is her first time. She remembered her first time with her sister, Claire, and her parents. Her younger sister, Bella, was not even born yet. Honestly, it was one of her best moments in life. She was not the middle child, and she had all the time in the world with her father. She shook her head to get out of her mind and nodded to the Ravenclaw girl.
"Exactly! The bigger mound will be on the bottom, the medium one in the middle and then the smaller mound on top. It should look layered, sort of," she said, trying her hardest to describe a snowman. It was usually her parents who did the descriptions and Bloom would learn. It was strange to be on the other side of the table. She looked over at Amelia's work and smiled. It wasn't exactly how she would have made it to look, but for her first time, it was pretty good. "Nice! Keep going," she said, excited that the snowman was going to be completed quicker than she had thought. And it was a blessing in disguise, too, as her hands were getting a bit too wet from the snow -- which will lead to frost bite, a feeling Bloom did not want to have this year.
"Um," Bloom was at a lost for words. What IS the face supposed to look like? she realized that she did not bring the usual snowman materials that would be found on its face: buttons, carrot and the like. Shrugging, she described what would be traditional to Amelia, but they were going to make it different this time around. "Maybe we'll do some rocks on the face... If we dig far enough to the ground to find any," she said, wondering how deep the snow was from the ground. Frost bite here we come, she thought to herself, a but defeated at the fact.
"So Amelia... How do you like Hogwarts so far?" she asked, trying to keep up conversation with the brunette. This question was most likely a transitional one as Bloom was thinking of what else to talk to the girl about. Obviously, they had differences in snowy culture. It then dawned on Bloom to talk about favorite things. Just maybe they could have something in common.
"What's your favorite food?" she asked, randomly, while rounding out her part of the snowman.
Stamina - 10| Evasion - 11| Strength - 10| Wisdom - 11| ArcPower - 10 | Accuracy - 11
8 Apr 2018, 03:30
Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
There had been a lot more muggle-rooted students here at Hogwarts than Amelia had originally expected. The way her parents had described the school was a place full of the most magic in the world, and the Lovell girl had maybe expected there to be a lot more children brought up the way she had been. From her experience thus-far, though, she'd run into the same brick wall with many a student. When she wouldn't understand certain muggle related subjects, like Muggle Studies or Astronomy, the brunette expected more people to struggle with her but it felt like they were all in on something she was not.
This left the first year feeling rather isolated from her peers. Although that wasn’t anything new to the eleven year old, something about being older and surrounded by students who all got along with each other in a way she couldn’t made her feel more alone than secluding herself back home. At least she hadn't been forced to be around other children her age every minute of the day to compare herself to, to be envious of. It wasn't a feeling Amelia liked and she often got lost in her head thinking about it, just like in this moment with Bloom.
Bloom seemed incredibly supportive of Amelia having no idea what she was doing, though, and it made it a lot easier to relax around the fellow girl. She could picture what the snowman should look like perfectly, and it was thanks to her that she could. Shooting her newfound acquaintance a smile, the Lovell girl spoke with gratitude in a short sentence, “Thank you for the lesson. I think this is turning out pretty well.” Looking down at what they'd created so far, it seems like they were already more than halfway done with their project. The Raven couldn’t wait to owl her mother and tell her of her first time making a snowman.
The description of the face made a giggle escape the young girl’s mouth. “It sounds like a little scavenger hunt! I’m sure we can improvise.” Amelia was clever for her age. Simple muggle concepts might go completely over her head, but get her started on anything in the magical world and she could go on for ages. A list of spells went through her head as she continued to pack her part of the snowman, making sure the surface looked as smooth as it could. The longer she was at Hogwarts, the more she realized how much of a perfectionist she was with a lot of things, especially with all of her first times.
Their conversation had faded off into comfortable silence for a moment, but Bloom seemed interested in Amelia as an actual person. Small talk was something she felt more awkward with, but the eleven year old was always pushing her boundaries of late, so she forced past her normal reserved nature and answered. “I love it here, for the most part.” Her responses always tended to be blunt and to the point, so she nudged herself internally to continue. “Classes are probably my favorite part. Quidditch is something I’ve recently fallen in love with, too.” The thought of hopping on a broomstick and feeling the wind in her hair made a small, warm smile lift the corners of her lips. That was what happiness was.
Another question shot forth from the fellow students mouth and Amelia answered almost instantly, "Anything sweet! Baked goods. I don't know if I could ever choose one.” She scratched the back of her head in slight embarrassment. She could barely control herself around chocolates and sweets. She spent nearly all her spending money on chocolate from the trolley on the express to Hogwarts that year. “What about you? What do you love about Hogwarts, and what’s your favorite food?” For the first time in a while, Amelia was genuinely curious on someone else’s answer.
This left the first year feeling rather isolated from her peers. Although that wasn’t anything new to the eleven year old, something about being older and surrounded by students who all got along with each other in a way she couldn’t made her feel more alone than secluding herself back home. At least she hadn't been forced to be around other children her age every minute of the day to compare herself to, to be envious of. It wasn't a feeling Amelia liked and she often got lost in her head thinking about it, just like in this moment with Bloom.
Bloom seemed incredibly supportive of Amelia having no idea what she was doing, though, and it made it a lot easier to relax around the fellow girl. She could picture what the snowman should look like perfectly, and it was thanks to her that she could. Shooting her newfound acquaintance a smile, the Lovell girl spoke with gratitude in a short sentence, “Thank you for the lesson. I think this is turning out pretty well.” Looking down at what they'd created so far, it seems like they were already more than halfway done with their project. The Raven couldn’t wait to owl her mother and tell her of her first time making a snowman.
The description of the face made a giggle escape the young girl’s mouth. “It sounds like a little scavenger hunt! I’m sure we can improvise.” Amelia was clever for her age. Simple muggle concepts might go completely over her head, but get her started on anything in the magical world and she could go on for ages. A list of spells went through her head as she continued to pack her part of the snowman, making sure the surface looked as smooth as it could. The longer she was at Hogwarts, the more she realized how much of a perfectionist she was with a lot of things, especially with all of her first times.
Their conversation had faded off into comfortable silence for a moment, but Bloom seemed interested in Amelia as an actual person. Small talk was something she felt more awkward with, but the eleven year old was always pushing her boundaries of late, so she forced past her normal reserved nature and answered. “I love it here, for the most part.” Her responses always tended to be blunt and to the point, so she nudged herself internally to continue. “Classes are probably my favorite part. Quidditch is something I’ve recently fallen in love with, too.” The thought of hopping on a broomstick and feeling the wind in her hair made a small, warm smile lift the corners of her lips. That was what happiness was.
Another question shot forth from the fellow students mouth and Amelia answered almost instantly, "Anything sweet! Baked goods. I don't know if I could ever choose one.” She scratched the back of her head in slight embarrassment. She could barely control herself around chocolates and sweets. She spent nearly all her spending money on chocolate from the trolley on the express to Hogwarts that year. “What about you? What do you love about Hogwarts, and what’s your favorite food?” For the first time in a while, Amelia was genuinely curious on someone else’s answer.