Time for a Rest PV Vanessa Hera

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Emma was enjoying the warmth of the sun on her lower half, the shade thrown by the tree protecting her upper half. While she would like to feel the warmth on her whole body, which would mean dealing with looking at the bright sunshine, which would bother her eyes even with them tightly closed. It was a find compromise to be half in the shade, half out, and it did keep her from getting overheated, even while wearing mostly black. Admittedly it might have been better to have changed before coming out, but her brain had felt close to seeping out of her ears, so done with the information being shoved in there that she hadn’t even thought to have made the slight detour to the Hufflepuff common room. Emma could deal with being a little bit warm, especially after the chilly winter if only to relax and take a break before returning to the schoolwork that was waiting.

She scrunched her nose, the thought of schoolwork messing with the somewhat calm state she had been so enjoying. She cast her mind around, trying to think of anything but the dreaded schoolwork, when she heard a voice say ”hello” somewhat close to her. Turning her head, she pulled one eye open, trying to determine if the person had spoken to her. But there was no one there. Turning, she jumped slightly at the fair-skinned, blonde, her hair quite straight. Emma’s hand went to her own bright red hair, and swept it back, wishing that it was a little darker so that it could be a much prettier shade, but stuck with what she had. “Hullo, I’m sorry, were you talking to me? I was off in my own head.” Emma grimaced slightly, not liking how that sounded and honestly she had probably said more than she needed to. Deciding she was in for a penny, she might as well be in for a pound, she opened her mouth and spoke once more. “Beautiful day, isn’t it? I almost fell asleep in my last class.”
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Emma put her hand over her head where a stray sunbeam had managed to make its way through the canopy of the tree and decided to blind her. Looking carefully at the girl next to her, Emma grinned welcomingly at her. “It is when it’s time for review and such a nice day. I swear going over the same material we’ve already done is just a recipe for sleep.” Deciding that if she was going to have a conversation, she should actually sit up, as it was a bit uncomfortable looking up at the girl, Emma dropped her hand, and sat up, scooting slightly backwards so that her back rested against the tree. Pulling her knees to her chest, she rested her chin on her knees.

“Well that’s disappointing Vanessa Hera. My name’s Emma Wynn. Did you check to see if the cards were salvageable? It’s not as good as chocolate but at least you’d have something to show.” Emma shrugged, putting her hand out and shaking Vanessa’s outstretched hand. Chocolate would have been good, but since she hadn’t been expecting any, there was no crushing disappoint. Though she was now hoping that dinner would have some form of chocolate for dessert. It would also serve to keep her more alert. Or maybe she could sneak something out of the Great Hall to serve as motivation to study. That would for sure keep her focused if she could hold herself to her goals.

“I don’t know that I know many gryffindors. I’m a hufflepuff myself, so that’s why you wouldn’t have seen me around the Gryffindor tower.” Emma was always looking for opportunities to meet others from different houses. It would give her a different perspective, and maybe pull her out of her comfort zone a bit. “If I had to choose, it would be Ravenclaw, book nerd and all that I am. What about you? What would you choose if you were to be in a different house? And green, I love all things green. What about you?”
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The girl carelessly:
"The recipe for sleep for me is to attend any class"

Vanessa purses her lips:
"Pleased to meet you. So far, chocolate has also reached the cards. But I'm sorry because wanted chocolate. He's gone too. oof"

'Vanessa, are you stupid? Even Alex isn't crying about it'
'Don't compare me to Alex'

"Do you have a dessert with chocolate but no orange in it, Emma?"

'Are you serious?'

'Yep'

Girl laughing:
"I think I'd like to be Slytherin. I think they are very cool. As for the color, it is green and brown. I think green represents nature and brown represents earth element. What do you think. How is your relationship with your family?"

Vanessa quickly stopped, thinking she was talking too much. Sometimes when he started to talk, he wouldn't stop and could bore the other person. She didn't want that to happen, right now.

'Do you think I talked too much, inner voice'

'Would I see these days too? My little dove wants to consult me ​​for the first time. You spoke less than before. Don't worry, my dude.

'Don't call me a dove.'

'It's good when you piss me off, but am I bad when I do it?'

'Yep'

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Emma chuckled at the girl. Obviously class was not interesting for her, which was understandable. Sometimes it could be quite boring but then there were the classes where they were doing spells and as much as casting spells made Emma nervous, she also couldn’t wait at the same time. She was starting to gain confidence as the spells seemed to be doing what she wanted them to do more consistently, but she was still nervous learning new ones. Failure was never pleasant and more so for Emma.

Emma frowned a little. “Well that’s disappointing. You would think that there would have been some spell or remedy made to protect the cards from accidental messes. I know in the muggle world they tend to use plastic for things like this but that’s not exactly the best for the environment I don’t think.” Emma was surprised that the issue hadn’t already been fixed. After all, it made no sense. You would think that such a small issue would have been fixed a while ago. After all, it wasn’t like chocolate had a high melting point. Sometimes it could slightly melt with body heat.

Emma smiled kindly at her. “No I’m sorry. I’m planning to raid the Great Hall at supper tonight. It’ll be nice to help study.” Emma was excited over it again. She would love to know what was going to be there but she knew there would be options so she wasn’t worried. There would be something she liked, and hopefully something that was easily sneakable.

Emma nodded, “Very cool! So you must like being outside and this nice weather then? I think you’re right. Green just screams plants and new growth. Brown makes sense as earth.” Emma was slightly surprised at the question about her family but figured there was no harm in answering. “Oh it’s alright. My parents are all excited about having a witch in the family while the twins are looking forward to coming to Hogwarts. I’ve tried to explain that’s not always what happens with muggle-born families but they just don’t seem to listen. How is your family?”
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Vanessa laughing:
"I don't know about you, but my wand is in my bag, and it's in any bush I throw at it. Or I'd cast the spell."

'Why did you throw the bag away?'

'Because I wanted it'

Vanessa instantly jumped at the sentence Emma had said:
"Yes, I hope so too. How many people will you raid?"

The girl just loved it and just shook her head. Yes, he loved nature, but she didn't like exploring or photographing much. She didn't think this was a good time to say it either.

Vanessa was stunned by Emma's question. Her smiling face had frozen over, and her pale skin had turned even whiter. It was as if she had seen a ghost.

'You don't have to say anything, little dove. You know that too.'

'I know it's an inner voice, but I'll tell you I will not run.'

Knowing that her voice would tremble, Vanessa began to speak:

My parents divorced when I was 6 and Alex was 2 years old. I'm staying with my mother. I didn't see my father after I was 6 years old. I fight with my mother. Because my mom says I look like my dad. I recently saw a piece of paper in the trash can" Her voice trembles more. "Wedding invitation. My father is going to marry someone else this summer and he invited my mother like a brazen" starts to cry

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Emma nodded, “My wand’s in my bag as well. And I mean it’s just right there but still, I don’t think I know the spell necessary.” Emma pointed to her bag which remained under the tree, slightly dented from where she had lain on it and her books and parchment had been displaced. Her cloak covered most of it but some of it had fallen off of the bag, her head no longer holding it in place.

“I haven’t decided. I’ll at least get several desserts as long as it’s something that’s transportable. Sometimes I think it would be handy to bring some Tupperware or something from home so I could sneak the delicious things that wouldn’t travel all that well out of the Great Hall.” Emma snickered, trying to imagine how she could sneakily put things in tupperware at lunch or dinner. That would likely not happen and she’d be caught, although she didn’t think she’d be in too much trouble. But still. She was a prefect and should act like it and obey the rules. That wouldn’t stop her from sneaking some treats out once in a while, she’d just leave the Tupperware at her home where it belonged.

Emma could not believe she had been so daft. Not everyone had her luck in the world with her family and now she’d upset the girl. She had no clue what to do but leaned over and patted her shoulder awkwardly. “I’m sorry about your parents and that I brought up such a rough subject. Would you be okay with a hug?” While waiting for an answer, she frantically searched her mind for a question to ask that would maybe take them away from the sadness and awkwardness of the topic. Not that she didn’t mind heaviness but it didn’t seem to belong on this beautiful day and new meeting.

“Do you like animals? I’ve been trying to convince my parents to let me get an owl all year. I think I might be close to succeeding.” Emma threw out there frantically, hoping the distraction would work.
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The girl wiped her tears. She wanted to say it had nothing to do with Emma, ​​but her voice would tremble, she feared.But fear did not develop man. There was no point in worrying anymore. It had already happened.

"It has nothing to do with you. I had to get over this. Thank you."

She was no longer sad. She was even laughing. She couldn't help but think about Emma's question. Yes, she also loved animals. But which animal did she like more?

"I hope you get it, I love animals too. But I actually like cats more. Our house is near the forest, but there are no cats there. I'll tell my moms too"

There is a short silence.

"If you had an owl, what would you like to name it? What is your least favorite animal?'

'Why are you so quiet inner voice? Normally you've been eating my head.'

'You didn't do anything wrong. Well done my little dove'

Still not knowing what to say, Vanessa starts looking around as if something is going to happen. Meanwhile, something suddenly comes to mind. She suddenly speaks:

"Are you in love with anyone?"


'Girl, are you stupid?'

'I guess I am inner voice'