Friends? Maybe Finished

»Unbelievable.« Beatrice muttered in anger as she pushed herself through the crowd of students. The first week of classes after the break had rushed right in and Beatrice was not happy with the results she had in charms today. They were learning a new spell and Beatrice just couldn't get it fully right. But she wanted to. She wanted to get straight O's everywhere so, so, so, so bad. Beatrice let out an angered breath as she practically ran through the halls. The Slytherin first year must have looked awfully stupid but no one dared to not make way for her.

Beatrice wanted to scream.. or cry..? Or just do something to get away from the anger. Maybe write an angry letter to herself in her Journal? Yes, that's what she was going to do and what better place to do such thing then the Abandoned toilets, right? Right! The tall eleven year old hurried down the stairs and into one of the Corridors. It didn't take her long to get to the filthy room. In all honesty, she had never been in there and had only heard that it was quite disgusting.

Beatrice took a deep breath before pushing the door open, prepared to not breath. Instead of not breathing, an »Oh.« sound left her lips when she saw that there was a girl standing in the middle of the room. The door fell shut behind Beatrice as she stared at the other girl. Beatrice didn't know her. She had Red straight hair with a white strand, pale skin and blue eyes. At least that was what Beatrice could see in the dimly lit room.

»I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone would be here. You know 'cause it's... whatever.« Beatrice stopped herself from saying that this place wasn't the cleanest or prettiest or a good "hang out spot" in any way. She fiddled with her Slytherin tie, unsure of what to do. »You know what, I can just go somewhere else. You were here first.« Beatrice gave the girl as small half smile, slowly walking backwards. She turned around, already having her hand on the door handle.

»Unless..« Beatrice stopped herself from leaving. »Do you mind me asking what you are doing in this place?« she turned back around, facing the other girl again. Usually she wasn't the type of Person that randomly starts talking to others. She was actually trying to avoid that very often but for some reason she felt drawn to talk to this girl. Beatrice mindlessly put her hair up into a bun, using her wand to hold up the mess of hair as she stuck it in between the thick dark strands.

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@Hannah Blossom

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A girl with dark-brown hair entered the place.

”Oh crap” she muttered to herself.

The girl had asked Hannah what she was doing there, and Hannah responded as she stood up “I come here often, I guess. It’s the spot I come when I’m bored or need to think. Sometimes I do homework too…”

She hadn’t gotten the name of the girl, but she didn’t actually care. Names hold power.. she though. Well, at least something she had read.

When she was younger, her mother home-schooled her. She thought her muggle-studies, even though Hannah’s family came from a long line of pure-bloods, her father’s side at least. Her mother was a part-Veela.

Now, where’d she get that saying.. Coraline.. the book. Yes that muggle book is one of my favorites

”What are you doing here?” the Slytherin girl had blueish sea-green eyes, and dark brown hair. She was tall, about 1 meter and 50 cm. Hannah was about 1 meter and 44 cm, so she was about 6 cm taller than her. She could spot the small light freckles covering parts of her nose and cheeks, and her skin seemed pale in that light.

Hannah looked into her eyes as she spoke. ”Well hello to you too Slytherin.” she red-haired grinned.


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Beatrice looked the other girl up and down in an almost judging way. Why would someone come here to hang out? In an abandoned bathroom..? That wasn't particularly clean or lid well. The seventh years probably hid their Alcohol for parties around here. Beatrice's gaze snapped back to the girls face when she asked what she was doing here.

»I wanted to see if this room is really as boring as everyone is saying.« The lie slipped over Beatrice's lips so easily that anyone would have believed it was the true reason why she came here. »It is.« she added, burying her hands in the pockets of her robe.

”Well hello to you too Slytherin.” the other girl grinned at Beatrice and looked into her eyes. Beatrice's eyebrows slightly shot up. What was that supposed to mean? She looked the girl up and down. Hadn't she seen her with Edward before? Beatrice faintly recalled this girl beside Edward at the Fall Ball. What house was she in? Certainly not Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw? No. A Ravenclaw would have made a more witty comment. So Gryffindor. Definitely not Slytherin. Beatrice would know if this girl was a Slytherin.

»Hello Gryffindor.« Beatrice's voice was a little colder now. »What's your name Gryff? I've seen you around before.« Beatrice gave the other girl a slightly mean smile. Something in her nature just made her react like this whenever she felt threatened.

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@Hannah Blossom

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The girl had responded to Hannah’s question with “I wanted to see if this room is really as boring as everyone is saying.“ and then she said “It is.” Boring? Certainly not. she thought.

Well it was certainly old and darkly lit, but to Hannah it was a nice spot of the castle. If you think of it that way..

As soon as she had spoken, the other girls eyebrows slightly shot up. Hannah’s smile became more intense. She walked around the Slytherin girl in circles, then, she stopped looking at the girl right in her eyes.

She asked her name, surely Hannah had to answer. “Hannah, Hannah Blossom.. pleasure.

“What is your name Slytherin? Hannah enjoyed being called Gryffindor, and she enjoyed calling her Slytherin.

“Well, I think I’ve seen you around too. she turned her head, was someone observing her? Was she being observed? No, simply that feeling…

Anyway, she turned back to look at the Slytherin girl. She seemed ambitious, like most Slytherins, like her parents.

”So what’s it like, being a Slytherin I mean?” random questions… something her parents said she was known for.

Her parents were Slytherins, Hannah wanted to be one. But.. she wasn’t. The least she wanted was to know how it was like.

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@Hannah Blossom

Gryffindor walked in circles around Beatrice. Was this girl trying to intimidate her? That certainly wasn't going to happen. The girl circling her looked more like a lost little Lamb. A cold grin made it's way onto Beatrice's lips. Gryffindor introduced herself as Hannah. Hannah Blossom. Beatrice had no idea who Hannah Blossom was. Certainly no one that was important to her in any way.

“What is your name Slytherin?” Hannah asked. She was obviously somewhat enjoying this little thing going on. Beatrice eyed Hannah, her gaze was still judgemental and went from Hannahs shoes up to her hair.

»Beatrice.« she simply said. Beatrice wouldn't dare to give this girl the power of knowing her full name. Although it might have intimidated the Gryffindor, depending on what kind of Family she came from. Her gaze was hard as stone as she stared into the other girls eyes, not even blinking. Hannah told her that she had seen Beatrice around, same as she did. Hannah turned to look at something or someone before turning back around, her gaze going right to Beatrice again.

”So what’s it like, being a Slytherin I mean?” Hannah asked. That question threw Beatrice off. Not that she would've let the other girl notice. Why would Hannah ask that?

»I don't know Hannah, what's it like being a Gryffindor?« Beatrice crossed her arms in front of her stomach, still standing confident. She didn't exactly know what she felt towards Hannah. There was this weird competitive feeling and some curiosity at the same time. In all honesty, it was very stressful and pressuring to be a Slytherin but that was probably just because of her family. Well not only because of her family, Slytherin was still judged harshly by a lot of people and she knew that almost everyone in Slytherin, including her, judged back just as harsh when someone said something or showed signs of doubt.

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Many things were going on in her life. Especially her thoughts.

Her family always asked for full names, but this girl, she didn’t want to give her last name. Well then, I made a mistake of giving her my last name..”Beatrice.. doesn’t the name mean blessed one?” she asked. Actually, she knew the answer, she was gifted a muggle-book that showed the meaning of most names. So, Beatrice, blessed one.

What was it like to be a Gryffindor? Humm “In my defense Beatrice…” “ I did not want to be a Gryffindor, instead someone like you, a Slytherin.”

The girl who listened seemed confused, it was a question that most people wouldn’t ask.

Hannah stood silent for a moment, she let her thousands of thoughts let go for a minute, and she stopped thinking.

Beatrice had crossed her arms, Hannah looked at her, what an intriguing feeling she had.

Hannah wanted to know more about Beatrice, and she felt as Beatrice wanted to keep quiet.

Hannah swirled her hair, a sight that she was feeling awkwardness with this girl who she just had meet.

Were they friends? Possibly, but first, Hannah wanted to know her better. For this, she had to ask questions, and Hannah didn’t feel like Beatrice wanted to be friends with her.

Hogwarts was already difficult, not the classes, but making friends. Hannah had to make friends right? Or she would look like a weirdo with no friends roaming around the halls, alone.

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@Hannah Blossom

”Beatrice.. doesn’t the name mean blessed one?” Hannah asked. Beatrice was surprised that Hannah knew this, she herself loved to read up on names. Beatrice knew that Hannahs name also had a few nice meanings, such as "grace," "gracious," "merciful," "one who gives," or "favored by god."

»Yes.« Beatrice nodded with a small smile. The two girls seemed to have some kind of Tension between them but Beatrice couldn't tell if it was a good Tension or a bad one. Hannah actually seemed really nice, but was she actually nice?

“In my defense Beatrice…, I did not want to be a Gryffindor, instead someone like you, a Slytherin.” She wanted to be what? Beatrice had never heard of someone that was in Gryffindor wanting to be like someone who was in Slytherin or wanting to be in Slytherin.

»Why?« Beatrice blurted out. »Why would you want to be in Slytherin? There's still a glooming dark shadow over our house and I'm not even sure that other people in here don't judge us because of it.« Beatrice pulled her eyebrows together in a frown.

»Gryffindor probably has one of the best reputations of all the houses because Harry Potter was in your house and so many other important people who helped Potter kill Vold- You know who or are important in some other way and people like to remember them. So why for Merlin's sake would you want to be in Slytherin?« Beatrice let her arms fall to her side. »It just doesn't really make sense to me Hannah.« she looked at the red haired girl in disbelief. Did her Parents want her in Slytherin like Beatrice's parents wanted it? Because if that was the case and Hannah had gotten into Gryffindor than that was most likely the problem and perhaps hell had broken loose in the other girls home, which would explain why she wanted to be in a different house.

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”Yes” she said. A small grin appeared on Hannah’s face. ”I know things” she whispered not loud enough for Slytherin to hear.

Hannah was getting tired of standing, so she leaned against one of the two broken pillars, then crossed her arms. She closed her eyes for a bit, until Beatrice spoke.


“Why?” She blurted out. “Why would you want to be in Slytherin? There's still a glooming dark shadow over our house and I'm not even sure that other people in here don't judge us because of it.” Beatrice pulled her eyebrows together in a frown.

“Gryffindor probably has one of the best reputations of all the houses because Harry Potter was in your house and so many other important people who helped Potter kill Vold- You know who or are important in some other way and people like to remember them. So why for Merlin's sake would you want to be in Slytherin? It just doesn't really make sense to me Hannah.”

The girl knew this was coming she just knew. “You might think Gryffindor is the best house, but not to me. My parents always told be I’d be a great Slytherin and I was determined to be sorted into Slytherin.” Her face turned into a more neutral expression. ”Maybe it was that determination that got me into Gryffindor.” she hadn’t answered her question yet. “Why, for Merlin’s sake would I want to be a Slytherin? her tone turned more soft. “Reputation, my family, mostly my family but still, my reputation. I was born a half-breed and my father was attracted to my mother a part-Veela, I should’ve just been born a pure-blood with the other woman my father adored. she hated to say this, but she also hated to have questions unanswered.

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@Hannah Blossom

“You might think Gryffindor is the best house-” Beatrice frowned, »Oh, I do not think that.« she said in between Hannah's words. “—but not to me. My parents always told be I’d be a great Slytherin and I was determined to be sorted into Slytherin.” Beatrice listened closely as Hannah talked. She understood that far to well, only that Beatrice had actually gotten into Slytherin. Like hard parents had wished and like they wanted her to. ”Maybe it was that determination that got me into Gryffindor.” Beatrice smiled a little, that could have really been it. Hannah somehow also just looked like a Gryffindor. She didn't fit Slytherin in Beatrice's eyes. On the other hand, who was she to say who fit into what house. But apparently the Sorting hat had also thought like Beatrice. “Why, for Merlin’s sake would I want to be a Slytherin? Reputation, my family, mostly my family but still, my reputation. I was born a half-breed and my father was attracted to my mother a part-Veela, I should’ve just been born a pure-blood with the other woman my father adored.” Hannah's voice was softer than before. Beatrice's face also went soft. Did Hannah think of herself as a disappointment? She shouldn't. The other girl actually seemed rather nice. And she was very pretty. She took a deep breath, regretting that because it kind of smelled bad in this room. Well not bad, but not particularly good either.

»I'm sorry you feel this way Gryff- Hannah. Gryffindor is a nice house and I think it certainly fits you well. I mean, as far as I can tell.« Beatrice looked around, stepping from one leg to the other. She was getting tired of just standing here. »Would you care to join me for some food in the great hall? Or studying in the Library? Or just go Outside? I must say that it is a tiny bit smelly in here.« Beatrice laughed. The two girls had gotten off on the wrong foot in the beginning, but Beatrice wanted Friends. Not enemies.

OOC Note: Sorry that this took me so extremely long! And also sorry that this reply isn't that good, I still don't have a lot of motivation to write. = Also, is it okay that Beatrice asked Hannah to go somewhere else? We can end the thread with them going somewhere else and just finishing it like that, or we can continue the thread somewhere else, orrrr they can just seperate, orrrrrrrrrr they stay there. Let me know if you have a different Idea xD