Study Group PV with Ivy and Vivienne Closed

As Ivy put her sketchbook back, she heard the girl sitting next to her say her name. Ivy looked at Vivienne and then at Carmen. She never liked awkward silence, but she never knew how to break it. Since they were in Hogwarts now, Ivy guessed she could ask the dumb question that no one seemed to ask.

"So, what houses are you guys from?" she asked, trying not to stutter.

Ivy took a deep breath and took her feather out again. As she twirled the feather in her fingers, she looked around the classroom. Her mind seemed to drift off back to Paris. She saw the Eifel Tower lighting up as the sun dipped over the horizon. She seemed to stand a mile in front of it, looking at it as it were a huge magnificent creature.

"Mommy look! It's lighting up!" a girl laughed with joy.

Ivy turned her head to see a younger version of herself with her mother. She stared in awe at how outgoing and loud her young self was. She was surprised that she wasn't hugging her mother's leg.

"Yes, it is, my little ivy-flower. And one day, just like that tower, you'll light up this city and the people in it"

"You really think so?"

"Yes. Yes, I do,"

Ivy blinked back to the present, looking at the other girls for their response. Or have they already responded? Ivy blinked, embarrassed. She usually never daydreamed in the middle of a conversation. But now that she thought about it, was this really a conversation? Or was it more like awkward small talk? Either way, Ivy was ashamed she drifted off right after she asked a question.

"Well, I guess I'll go first then... I'm a Hufflepuff," she muttered, just loud enough for the other girls to hear her.

After both Ivy and Carmen had introduced themselves, Ivy asked, “So what houses are you guys from? I guess I’ll go first then.....I’m a Hufflepuff.”

”I’m a Hufflepuff!!” Vivienne exclaimed with a sugar quill in her mouth. She had other kinds of candy in her secret stash (shh!) but all she had brought were sugar quills.
”The sorting hat had barely touched my head when it said Hufflepuff.”

Vivienne got up and did a dance more lively than the other two. This one included step-touches and butterflies. She hummed “Hakuna Matata” as she did the dance. Vivienne danced and danced.

She sat back down and got her homework back out. ”I forgot to do something,” she explained. She got out a big bottle of rainbow glitter glue and decorated her homework with it. ”There! All done! Now it just needs to dry.” Vivienne, now covered in glitter, set the paper aside to dry before putting it back in her bag. If she didn’t, the glitter would smear!

”Anyone elapse want their paper glitterfied?” she asked. She sort of hoped that they would say no, though, since it was kind of her thing. ”Don't use too much glitter, though. It’s kind of my thing.” Vivienne finished decorating the rest of her papers with glitter and set them all aside to dry.

"What houses are you guys from?" Ivy asked. She had to play the question over a few times in her head to actually understand what she was saying through that thick French accent. It would have been easier if she just spoke in French then Carmen would be able to understand her much better but of course Ivy didn't know that Carmen knew French and Carmen didn't even know if Vivienne knew French either. Ivy continued to speak.
She noticed that Ivy had drifted off for a few seconds. This girl was even worse than Carmen at socializing. She didn't even know that was possible. Ivy snapped back into reality and followed by answering her own question. "Well, I guess I'll go first then... I'm a Hufflepuff,"
"I'm a Hufflepuff!" Vivienne exclaimed. No surprise there. Carmen thought to herself with a small chuckle of amusementWhat other house could Vivienne possibly be in, definitely not Slytherin.
That girl wouldn't hurt a fly if her life depended on it. After Vivienne had finished talking she and Ivy turned to look at Carmen waiting for her answer.
"Oh, I'm Ravenclaw," she said a bit nervously, though she didn't know why she was nervous. Luckily the moment of awkward silence ended as Vivienne got up and started dancing singing something like "akuta mota." She looked over at Ivy and saw that she was just as confused as Carmen was. But Carmen decided to just let Vivienne be Vivienne, so she smiled and a gave a little giggle as the girl spun through the air her colorful air swinging beautifully as she danced.
Suddenly she stopped. "I forgot to do something!" she said racing back over to the table. She pulled out her DADA homework and a colorful bottle. Carmen gaped as she poured glitter along the homework.
"Are you sure Professor Scheinberg will um... be ok with that?" she asked but Vivienne didn't seem to care.
"Anyone elapse want their paper glitterfied? Don't use too much glitter, though. It’s kind of my thing." Carmen quickly shook her head. She wasn't going to risk getting a bad grade just because she wanted her homework to look pretty. She was pretty sure that Professor Scheinberg wasn't the professor to push buttons with either. If somebody wanted to do that then they should try Professor Blackburn.
Carmen looked up at the clock. Her eyes widened it was almost time for dinner. She should be getting back to the Ravenclaw common room soon so she could drop off her stuff before making her way to the Great Hall.

Carmen shook her head at the glitterfying. ”Whatever,” Vivienne said. ”More glitter for me!”

”I have an idea! We should form a study group and do our homework together! What do you think?” Vivienne liked this idea. It would make homework less boring. They could help each other on homework. ”We can meet everyday around this time, unless you guys are busy, and help each other with homework!”

Vivienne looked at the time and realized it was almost time for dinner. ”It’s almost time for dinner!” she said. ”We can talk about this more later. Hey Ivy, do you want to sit together at dinner? I would ask you too, Carmen, but you’re not in our house.” Vivienne frowned. This was the problem with having friends in other houses– you couldn’t sit together at meals. Vivienne didn’t get to talk to her best friend Thalia much since Vivienne was a Hufflepuff and Thalia was a Ravenclaw. They talked whenever possible, but still not as much as she liked. Vivienne also didn’t have many Hufflepuff friends. Vivienne didn’t care about house when making friends, but having friends in your own house meant you got to see them more often.

”I’m going to get my stuff together and go to dinner.” she said. Vivienne put her papers, which were now dry, in her bag. She grabbed her bag and skipped out of the room singing “Finale.”
”Busa le lizwebo, busa le lizwebo, busa le lizwebo, busa lom hla ba...”

Ivy was a little surprised at Vivienne's request. No one had ever asked her to eat lunch with them. Ivy looked down at her feather, still being twirled around by her thumbs. She looked at Vivienne and her beautiful hair.

"Um, I guess so," she responded shyly. She would never get used to others taking to her.

She put her book away and put her feather back in her hair. She looked around the classroom again, not hearing Vivienne suggesting a study group. She looked back at Vivienne, hope glittering in her eyes. Ivy realized that Vivienne had asked a question.

"Oh, uhm, sure... that sounds... great," she replied, hoping she didn't just agree to something that she would definitely say no to.

Ivy stood up, stretched her arms and back, and put her bag on her shoulder.

"I'll, uhm, meet you at dinner,"

And with that she hurried off, hoping she didn't offend one of the two girls. Especially the Ravenclaw. She heard from her sisters that they were as mean as Slytherin and that they'd bully any Hufflepuff that got in their way.

"Toi idiot! Vous avez probablement juste fait un ennemi sur l'un des premiers jours de l'école!" she hissed at herself.

"I have an idea! We should form a study group and do our homework together! What do you think?” Vivienne suggested her green eyes pleading for them to say yes. As normal Carmen could tell that Ivy was not listening, that girl would never survive a day as the daughter of Justine Ó hAilmhic.
Carmen thought to herself. Oh well, there were probably plenty of things that Carmen could not survive, being put in Ivy's position. If Carmen's intuition was correct Ivy was artistic in some kind of way though whether that be sports, music, art, or academics she did not know.
Carmen was half-listening to Vivienne as she continued. Her ears taking in the sound but her brain elsewhere, she could go and play it back later. When Vivienne stopped Carmen took a second to think about what she had heard again.
”We can meet every day around this time, unless you guys are busy, and help each other with homework!” Carmen became nervous about the idea. Ivy's quiet nature had made it impossible for Carmen to analyze her, see what kind of person she was. Was she the kind of girl who would think Carmen being a Ravenclaw meant she would do all of Ivy's homework or was she like Vivienne kind and sweet.
"I'm up to that," Carmen said giving Vivienne a warm smile, was that the first time she had let Vivienne see her smile, she didn't know but something told Carmen it would make the girl very happy to know that Carmen liked her very much. She had already decided that she would definitely make sure to get all of her homework done before coming to the actual Study Group. There was absolutely no way that Carmen could get anything done while in the same room as Vivienne.
Vivienne said a few more things before dancing and singing as she exited the old classroom. Ivy followed a few seconds later.
Carmen was excited at the idea of this Study Group. Her mother Justine had made her analyze people and determine what kind of person someone was based off how they dressed, spoke, held themselves, and of course, acted. It was like a sort of game, Ivy was her game, something to dissect and discover.
She didn't mind being late to dinner so she sat back down at a table. In fact, she would just skip dinner and go back to her dorm after she left the classroom. She pulled out her old journal and skipped through the pages to try and find a new blank one. Her second mother Angelica, whom Carmen sometimes called Angel Mother, had known German. This was the only language that Carmen learned that her mother Justine had not taught her and was not fluent in. So naturally knowing that Angelica would not go through her personal journal while Justine would, Carmen had written the whole thing in German.
Carmen reached a blank page and took out her quill and ink. There was not a reason to write in German since Justine was not here to read what the journal had to say but Carmen felt weird putting her own personal thoughts and observations in her origin language. She would definitely not write in French in case Ivy weirdly managed to get a hold of it and then start thinking Carmen was some creepy stalker.
Oh, she had just the perfect language for this page, similar to her native toungue but not quite the same.

Notaichean air Ivy Arnette
chan eil fèin-mhisneachd ann
ealain ann an cruth air choreigin
an dàrna cuid gun draoidheachd a rugadh bho fhuil-bheairtean
is e hufflepuff
na èisdeachd uabhasach
Tha an t-slighe gu math fada
èibhinn
chan eil eadar-obrachadh sòisealta a 'tighinn gu nàdarra

She closed the book, that was enough observations for one day. She didn't bother making Vivienne a page, the girl was an open book. She left the classroom and started to make her way back to the Ravenclaw dorm.

Carmen pushed open the door to the classroom, she was the first one here. She sat down near the window again and checked to make sure she had done all of her homework. She frowned, she had forgotten to do her Herbology homework her least favorite subject. She stuffed the papers back into her bag, she would do it later. Till then she would read, she pulled out one of her books about muggles. This one was called, A Day in Ancient Rome. It was about muggle culture in Ancient Rome and it was written by a muggle. She flipped open to the place she had stopped at last and started to read again. This chapter was about the difference between female and male education.

Life in Ancient Rome Page 42
Boys will stay at home until age five and then start going to school. At school, they will learn to read, write, and all about the different trades.
Girls will always stay home with their mother and learn to cook, clean, play instruments and be a good wife...

Life in Ancient Rome Page 65
If the husband does not want the child then the infant will be left in the street to die. It will either die of the heat, starve to death, be run over by a carriage, or if lucky slaves will take it in and raise it and it too will become a slave.

Carmen frowned this was even worse than the chapter about Pompeii. As she closed the book she heard the door open and saw [Either Vivienne or Ivy] walk in.