A Fortunate Fall Closed

Beatrice hurried through the halls of the second floor. She had stayed back in one of her other classes to talk to the Professor about Homework and now she was late for Potions, which was one of her Favorite subjects. The Professor teaching Potions was also really nice so she didn't wanna miss the class but on the other hand she didn't know if she would get detention because she was late.

She hurried down the stairs, another girl not far from her running down there too. She regonized the red ponytail. That girl sat two rows before her in Transfiguration. What was her name again? Beatrice had almost catched up to her. They both rush down the stairs in direction Dungeons.

In that moment she trips over her own feet, or at least that's what it looks like to Beatrice. Gladly Beatrice is quite fast and gets to her in time, grabbing the Girls arm before she falls onto or down the hard stone stairs. Beatrice almost falls too, but catches herself and has now the girl held in her arms. She hangs in Beatrice's arms like a wet sack of Potatoes, probably not completely realizing what just happened.

Beatrice gets the girl on her feet again. Not letting go of her arms, so she doesn't fall again.

»That was a close one.« She chuckles, as the girl turns around.

Word count: 232
Interacting with: @Zoe Pearthel

The person lets go of me and I look to see her and I think I recognize the pretty brunette with mesmerizing blue green eyes. I'm almost certain this girl has transfiguration class with me. I realize she said something so I respond "Yeah, tell me about it. Thanks for catching me," I say with a laugh. "You have transfiguration with me, right?"

My clothes are all wrinkled, so I smooth out my pale rose pink top, and denim skirt. My hair is all over the place, so I quickly tie it into a high pony, with the hair tie I always keep on my wrist. I look back at her, trying to see if I remember her name, and I'm pretty sure it starts with B. Betty? No, that sounds wrong. Bella? Brianna? Ugh, this is pointless. I should just ask, like a normal person. "Sorry, I just can't seem to remember your name?"

I realize that I still have Potions to get to, but I'm not sure whether to go or skip. It seems like this girl also is on her way to Potions, so I decide to just follow her lead. Always have been a bit of a follower anyway.

Beatrice smiles at the girls question because she thought the same thing earlier. The Potions class still sits in the back of her mind, making her anxious about missing more, but she still answers.

»Yeah, you sit like two rows in front of me.« Beatrice said, noticing that the girl wasn't wearing their usual school attire. She is wearing a pale pink top and a denim skirt, rather cold for September. Beatrice thought. Her mind is totally elsewhere when she notices the girl tying up her hair. What's her name again, was it Zahra? Or maybe something with an S? Sally? Sandra? No that sounds wrong? At that exact moment the girl opens her mouth to speak, snapping Beatrice back into reality.

She asks for Beatrice's name, making Beatrice laugh. She stops herself almost immediately, trying to get herself together. She looks at her watch again before realizing she has to answer the girl.

»Sorry.« She apologizes immediately, not wanting to seem impolite. »My name's Beatrice. Beatrice Dupont. What's yours again? I believe i it started with the letter Z but I'm honestly not sure anymore « she asks.

»Oh and can we start walking? I don't want to be even more late for Potions, it's actually one of my favorite Subjects.« Beatrice starts walking and passes the girl, expecting her to walk with her.

Word Count: 252
Interacting with: @Zoe Pearthel

The two of us start walking towards the classroom, and I quickly answer Beatrice's question with a smile before getting into class. "It's fine, it's Zoe." They enter the classroom, and sit down. As usual, the potions professor yells at me for being late, and I almost wish I had skipped. But, if I had done that, I wouldn't have met Beatrice. I barely pay attention, and count the minutes till the class finishes.

Time skips to after potions

I walk out of class, in hopes of thanking Beatrice for catching me, but the sea of students makes it incredibly difficult to find the stairwell, so finding a specific student looks impossible. I sigh, and figure that maybe I can try to catch her at my next Transfigurations class, which is unfortunately not for another three days. As I leave the basement floor, and go up the stairs, I see the back of a girl with dark brown hair. It looks exactly like Beatrice's hair! I run up, careful not to trip this time and grab her shoulder for a second, and quickly let go. "Hey! Thanks again for catching me, and I wanted to know if you wanted to have lunch with me or something!"

After the two of them finally get to class, Beatrice gets right into work, not noticing anything that doesn't have something to do with the lessons. After getting an 'A' on her last homework, she is now determined to get an 'O' on the next. The lessons goes by faster than she would like and when the bells ring, everyone gets up, swallowing her in a sea of Students.

She tries to find Zoe's red Ponytail but she can't see her in the mess. Everyone is either trying to get up or down the stairs, which isn't particularly easy with so many bodies colliding into each other. She can make out a few faces she knows but no one she is particularly close to.

Suddenly someone grabs her shoulder, just for a second, making her turn around in the middle of about 40 Students that are chattering or just trying to get somewhere. It's Zoe. She's a few steps beneath Beatrice and says something that Beatrice has to process first because of the loud noises coming from everywhere around her.

For a few seconds Beatrice looks at Zoe with a blank expression, before deciding it's now time to be the Slytherin her parents want her to be. She takes Zoe's arm, not to hard tho, and pulls her with her up the stairs and out of the mess of People. She pushes through everyone, trying not to hurt them or make them fall, but still showing that she wants to get through and isn't gonna let anyone stop her from that.

»Sorry, had to get out of that mess.« Beatrice apologizes to Zoe when they get into a less loud and full space. »No need to thank me, it was just a reflex. Not that I wouldn't have tried to catch you if it wasn't a reflex.« She laughs at her own words in a jokey way. »I'd love to get lunch. I'm honestly really hungry and could use some food!« Beatrice said to Zoe. She smiled at the other girl, awaiting an Answer.

Word count: 344
Interacting with: @Zoe Pearthel

Beatrice led me up the stairs, and I try my best to not bump into anyone, which proves to be rather difficult. We reach the the third floor, where things were a lot less crowded and loud. "I'm starving too, so maybe we can go to the Great Hall?" I asked.

While I wait for an answer, I look around, glancing at the hospital wing and trophy room. I had never been in either of them, so I made a mental note to check it out one of these days. Well, mostly the trophy room, since it would have the cool Quidditch trophies, while the hospital wing would probably just be depressing. A cold breeze comes in through the window, and I regret not bringing my jacket. I thought it would be a relatively pleasant day, but I should've known better since it was September.

My mind drifts to home, where it was so much warmer. I used to live in a southern town in England, and Hogwarts is very different. But, in my opinion, different in the best ways. Anyway, I look back at Beatrice, twirling my hair with my finger and say "It sure is cold here, huh?"

Interacting w/ @Beatrice Dupont | Word Count 212 | Text Colour: #4d846c

Beatrice nods with a smile to answer Zoe's question but she seems otherwise occupied with her thoughts. She glanced around, seeming to take the details around her in. A could breeze comes in through the window and Beatrice notices a slight shiver from Zoe.

"It sure is cold here, huh?" Zoe seemed to have put her thoughts back to reality and awaits Beatrice's answer.

She immediately thinks of her favorite sweater that she packed into her bag this morning. It's rather old and a bit wider but it's her favorite sweater and super comfortable.

»Would you like my sweater? I packed an extra one this morning.« Beatrice didn't even wait for Zoe's answer and kneeled down instead, putting her heavy bag on the floor and searching for the sweater between books, parchment paper and tiny ink pots. She pulled it out, standing up and handing it to Zoe, waiting for her to actually take it.

»It'll probably be a bit lose on you but I promise it will keep you warm.« Beatrice said with a smile. »Do you wanna go to the great hall now? They'll most likely have some hot food and tea. We'll have to go quick tho, or we won't get any free seats.« Beatrice said all that while watching students pass through the hall and get onto the stairs before they started moving.

Word count: 227
Interacting with: @Zoe Pearthel

I'm super grateful when Beatrice hands me her sweater, and I quickly take it and put it on. It's a bit faded, but is very comfortable and soft and immediately warms me right up. "Thanks, it's comfy!" I say, and cross my arms for the warmth. "Yeah, you're right, let's hurry". Before we start though, I look to make sure my shoe laces are tied, not wanting to fall for a second time in the same day. And definitely not in front of Beatrice again .

We dash to the Great Hall, going down and down multiple floors, and we finally get to the ground floor. Since class has just ended, it's difficult not to bump into people, but I somehow manage not to hit too many people. The Great Hall is as magnificent as always, with its amazing arches, divine architecture, and general awe inspiring look. The four long tables flaunting the colours of their respective houses makes me realize that I didn't ask Beatrice what house she was in, though I have some vague memory of her being in.. Slytherin? Shoot. "Hey wait, are we allowed to sit together, if we're in different houses?" I ask.

Interacting w/ @Beatrice Dupont | Word Count: 210 | Text Colour: #4d846c

As Beatrice struts through the corridor, she looks at Zoe from time to time, to make sure she hasn't lost the girl.

When they get to the great hall, Beatrice looks around, quickly taking in every Person that sits or walks around. Some Professors sit at the Teachers table and talk, eat or have Papers they're looking at next to them. Then Zoe asks a Question that she hasn't asked herself.

»Uh, I guess. Look over there. Some Students sit on tables with other people that aren't in their house.« Beatrice points at some people, noting in her head who sits with who.

The two girls go to sit at one of the Tables, choosing the Gryffindor table to sit at because there are less people and the Slytherin table is rather crowded.

Several plates and bowls with food stand in the middle of the long table, other Students are chattering and several Students are filling their plates.

Beatrice let's her gaze flow over the foods, taking in what there is and thinking about what she should eat. It's weird to sit at the Gryffindor table while wearing her green robes. She's never sat at a different table other than Slytherin. Zoe starts to put some food on her plate while Beatrice watches a boy she regonized. His red hoodie shows up under his robes and Beatrice can't help but smile.

»Hey, do you know Keith? He's over there.« She says, leaning over the table to see the boy better. He's sitting down alone. »Keith! Over here!« Beatrice speaks up to make the Boy notice her and waves.

Word Count: 268
Interacting with/ Mentioning: @Zoe Pearthel and @Keith Moore
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