Maybe Don't Climb That? PV Calvon Faux Closed

@Calvon Faux

Elzabeth blushed at the boys observation. Was it really that noticeable? She was sure she had washed the robes enough to at least make most of is pretty hard to find, but then again it was hard to miss once you spotted a splotch.

Since Elzabeth didn't seem to grow all that much between years she was sure she would be stuck with the robes until her forth or fifth year. It was clear her parents didn't want to spend any more money than they needed to and the robes fit perfectly fine, a stain wouldn't be a good enough reason to rid herself of them.

Her mind drifted back to Calvon, suddenly worried he thought she were a bad person. "Y-yeah." She admitted. Her eyes would drift to the other kids in the library which would cause her to lower her volume.

"It's mostly from a head injury I got last year. Some girl pushed me in the halls and I fell." Elzabeth knew she partly disserved the shove to the chest but not everything that came after. Not that she could remember much about the whole thing, just the constant feeling of embarrassment and anger. This time she knew she was reaching up to her head.

"And some of it was from an ambush out by the lake. I used to be a part of a group of friends that went after those who would cause harm to other students because of their blood status." Her arm fell to her side as she smiled at the found memories.

"We called ourselves The Order Of The Dawn. We loved to stir up trouble in so many ways." Elzabeth laughed softly, her mind drifting elsewhere. "I guess we stirred up too much and someone finally had enough. During a birthday party we were attacked by some cloaked figures. I'm pretty sure they were all students." Elzabeths smile disappeared as her mind rolled over the fight that had ruined their celebration.

"At first it was just name calling. I was used to it by now. Since I'm a half-blood they would tell me I was a waist of talent, a mutt that needed to be put down." For a split second, as Elzabeth fell down the rabbit hole of name calling and hurtful insults, that special glimmer in her eyes died.

"Then they got physical. One of them scratched my face up pretty bad but I mannaged to get away without any scars." She pulled herself back from that nasty place in her head and smiled again.

"Good thing right? I wouldn't be nearly as adorable." She playfully winked. Sometimes she wondered what it would have been like if the fight had left its mark on her. Maybe she would have come off more intimidating?