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Interacting with- Zara Wilkins

Mentioning- @Zara Wilkins, @Rest 4 students

Hopefully, Mabelina was able to make some friends in Hogwarts. When she first arrived in Hogwarts, it seemed as if she was all by herself and she won't enjoy her leave from her home. But everything changed when she learned the lessons and made some nice friends. Still, she will keep a time in her routine which will be only for her. She will be all by herself and enjoy the weather. This time, she decided to visit the Great Lake. The day was cold and she likes the lake at such days. It's as smooth as a glass and glitters like a silver.
She came to the Great Lake, and on her way, did regular jumps. It made her feel so energetic and happy. But when she reached the Great Lake, she saw a girl sitting down on the blanket.
"Never saw someone with blanket here." Mabelina thought.
She was going to ignore it but thought better of it. She was going to spend some time with herself only, but denied with her thought. She looked back and noticed that the girl was feeling a bit lonely, according to her guess. Won't it be very bad-mannered is she went away without being friends with that girl? The girl looked lonely and Mabelina thought to make her feel comfortable. She went near her and sat beside her.
"Hey," Mabelina said, "I am Mabelina. Mabelina Lauris. Call me Mable, my nickname."
She looked at the girl, and said again, "You seem lonely. May I help you in a way, if possible?"
Mabelina flashed a smile and waited for the girl's reply.

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Color Code of Mabelina- #ff0000

Thymus Quercus was tired of it. What you may ask? Socializing, also being confusing was tiring, talking to people really wore him out. Back at home he never had to talk, neither did people want to talk to him, it wasn't a problem he didn't want to talk to them. The underneath of his eyes matched his black ones, he dragged his feet along the damp grass, he watched his breath as it formed white puffs in the cold air, it was late February but it still had lingering bitterness. In his hand he had a bag on one side and rolled up newspaper on the other, and he all intentions of reading it. Thymus thought that he would finally be alone, his stone-cold face He always wore was gone. He adjusted his black beanie hat as well as his glasses, he stretched his jaw by opening his mouth and smiling quickly, revealing the shiny silver brackets on his teeth, braces.
He looked over the beautiful lake, what an inspiration. For once he felt like he was home, the smell of the lake, and how endless it looked, the deep blue reminded him of the memory of his mother's eyes. It also reminded him of the endless evenings he spent fishing on Dunure's waters. He smiled, and how rare that was and how odd. This is perfect, he thought to himself. As he sat down the grass crunch beneath him, he pulled out his newspaper that read, The Daily Prophet for February 1st, he was late on the reading.

Muggle Family of 7 Found Dead Near Hogsmeade
In the early morning hours of January 27, a muggle family was found dead a kilometer west of Hogsmeade. "The nearest hamlet is 35 kilometers away, we have no idea how they got here," Miss Penelope Henry claimed. Authorities remain mum on the cause of death but the rumor swirling about Hogs Head Pub is that they were murdered. Identities unknown, at the present time we can only speculate the circumstances that led to their untimely demise.
Hogsmeade is a charming little village of cottages and shops primarily frequented by Hogwarts students on weekends. Due to the unlived terrain surrounding Hogsmeade, less wizarding students Hogsmeade does not get many visitors. None of the residents recall an unfamiliar family of seven, including two teens, two minors and a toddler. The Hogwarts Express had last landed in Hogwarts a few weeks earlier after the winter holiday, so it is doubtful that this family was somehow transported to the wizarding village.

Presently the incident is being investigated with great fervor by the Ministry of Magic. "whoever did this was not very smart," inspector Claussen claimed. "We will likely have our culprits by the end of the month."

The article was enough to make to chest clench,
"That's pumpin' awfy. Ah coudnae jalouse wha woild dae sic a thing," He talked to himself, "Or kin ah?... na nobody."
He set the papers down, sighed the next article was about half-breeds, he planned on reading it later. That's when he heard it, the sound of voices, it sounded like whispers. He looked up, there were two girls around his age talking to one another some distance from him. Oh shit, he thought to himself. Would this be the end of his image? He had been so wrapped up he hadn't noticed them, it looked as if they hadn't notice him either. But one can only hope...
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@Zara Wilkins, @Mabelina Lauris

_{"If you could you would, and if you couldn't you wouldn't. But sometimes even if you could you shouldn't and should when you wouldn't."}

Usually Opeila's daily routine was different. On a normal day, the third year would have jogged over the grounds of Hogwarts before breakfast, but today she had slept longer than she normally did. Well, it happened, but the fact that it was a Saturday and there were no classes motivated her enough to go on a jog now instead. Her body had changed a lot over the last two years. Not only because she was a teenager now and slowly got feminine curves, but the jogging also paid off. Her endurance was much better and her whole statue was more athletic than that of many others of her age.

Loras, her gray tabby, was also growing. He would be turning three years old soon, no longer the one year old almost-kitten she and Lady Margary had picked up from the Magical Menagery back in 2020. He had decided to accompany his mistress, cheerfully jumping through the grass and occasionally chasing after a butterfly or other bugs. At least no wasps.
The pair ran down to the lake, where Opeila hadn't been for a bit. In her first year it had been a regular destination for the Slytherin, but well, what even was still the way it had been in her first year? Nothing.

As Opeila reached the lake, the first thing she saw were two girls chatting on a blanket, first years by the looks of them. It was nice to see that the younger kids were finding friends among each other, lately she had seen many lonely first years. She had been one of those herself as well, certainly.
And the boy who sat a few meters away from the girls, reading the daily prophet, looked as if he might be one of those too. Him she recognized by the looks, as one did after living in the same part of a castle for several months, although she did not know his name.

Opeila decided to jog in his direction. The girls looked occupied, the boy had just put the newspaper down and didn't look too happy. Loras came along with some distance now, warily eyeing the stranger when they came closer. "Hi", Opeila greeted the younger Slytherin, "Is everything alright?"

He quietly watched the two girls lightly chatter, they looked happy, they looked like they were... Having fun... I never got to do that, he thought to himself, be able to not worry... After his mother died Thymus Quercus had to grow up faster than he would have liked, he sighed, his eyebrows furrowed. Unfortunately, Thymus Quercus had the annoying habit getting lost in his thoughts and not noticing anything around him. Since this, he hadn't noticed the girl with her silver cat approaching him, it was only when she was right next to him and when she spoke.
"Hi,"
Thymus jumped at her voice.
"Are you alright?" She asked kindly.
That's when Thymus realized he must have been looking disturbed the entire time, he sighed, he was supposed to remain emotionless. He glanced at the gray cat through the corner of his eyes than set his gaze on the girl, it was obvious she was older than him. He recognized her but, he wasn't quite sure from where he recognized her. He opened his mouth about to speak when he stopped and shook his finger thinking, that was close, careful for that accent he scolded himself.
"Hi," he stood shaking her hand politely, his spoke in an English accent but there were hints of something else. "Yes, I'm quite alright, thank you for your concern. I'm Thymus Quercus Timerey, nice to meet you."
He puzzled for a moment, maybe if he knew her name he would know, he adjusted his glasses.
"What's your name if I may ask?"

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@Opelia Winters
^{"If you could you would, and if you couldn't you wouldn't. But sometimes even if you could you shouldn't and should when you wouldn't."}