Reunited PV Anastasia Beckett Closed

Aravis smiled a bit at the question. That smile could only mean one thing. It's story time. "Well, you see, my father doesn't care because when my mother was alive she dyed her hair quite often, although it almost always went back to black. My Aunt and Uncle however nearly killed me when I came home from a friends place with dyed hair. They locked me in my room for three weeks and wouldn't let me talk to anyone other than my Father and themselves. They wouldn't stop lecturing me. Father honestly could care less what I do to my hair, he's too focused with taking care of Maven and Calah."

The story she told was only half of the truth. All of it was true, but she also left out some details. Her Aunt had insulted her for being like her mother and slapped her across the face a good few times. Aravis was just happy that her bruise had went away before she came to school. "The main reason I dyed my hair is because I thought it was pretty and wanted to have the same hair color as my friend Ayleid, but her hair is naturally this color because shes albino. At least I think that's what she said. She was going to dye her hair black like mine was but her parents wouldn't let her."

Anastasia recognized Aravis' smile that could only mean she was in for a bit of a monologue. She listened to her explanation. When Aravis said her friend's parents wouldn't let her dye her hair. "Because it sounds like your family was quite thrilled about it," Anastasia laughed. She was still a bit surprised about how comforting she found being around Aravis. Aravis was a great friend, but she wasn't exactly a comforting person. She supposed that there was something rather nice about knowing that this was a friendship her parents would approve of and wouldn't result in her getting in trouble. Every time she had so much as spoken to another first year, she had worried about whether or not her parents would approve of her associating with them and if not, what exactly her parents would do or say. It was exhausting frankly, and it was really nice not to have to worry about that for a few moments. 

“How is your family, by the way?” Anastasia asked. Her parents would certainly want to know how Aravis’ family was doing, although, come to think of it, they could probably see more of each other if they chose since her parents, her mother especially, suddenly had a lot more spare time.

When Asked about her family the girl couldn't help but frown. Every memory always lead back to her Aunt, who Aravis insisted would get herself killed one day. "Ah, my family. Well, Lucien is here and still...himself so I suppose he's ok. My cousin Odette stays to herself, she's here as well. Maven comes next year, he's still evil and hyper. Cal got a job finally but doesn't have much time for Maven anymore. Father and Alice seem to be doing better, but I still can't accept that woman as my step-mother, and he still misses my mom. Aunt Farrah is rejoicing at the fact that I'm away from home. Uncle Arthur is trying to destroy our title. So yeah...fun times. Oh and we have a new addition, we took in a girl named Verla since she didn't have a home, she's in Hufflepuff." Aravis said not even breathing through that whole talk. She wanted to get the bitter words out of her mouth. 

She tried to remain calm to prevent another out burst from happening. Last time she had been asked about her family it didn't end so well. Everyone assumed she had the perfect rich girl life but it was a nightmare. She was glad she could talk to Anastasia about it with out flipping out.

"Why does she not have a home?" Anastasia asked before thinking better of it and biting her lip. That was rather blunt, and her mother certainly would not have approved of her being so forward about something, even with Aravis. She really did want to know, though. Was she an orphan? Or had she been disowned, much like Anastasia expected to be soon. A part of her found it rather funny - the two Pureblood, rich girls having such families, but more of her was scared. She'd mailed her letter that morning, and had hardly stopped thinking about it since. Her parents would certainly be displeased with her placement in Gryffindor, but exactly how displeased was hard to tell. Her cousin had been disowned just before her fourth year, in part because she'd been placed in Hufflepuff. The mere idea that it was so much as a possibility terrified Anastasia. Her parents wouldn't do that to her just because she was put in Gryffindor, right? 

It occurred to her that catching up with an old friend in the middle of a crowded hallway wasn't exactly the best idea, and she glanced around for somewhere to go. She saw an empty bench and motioned towards it before beginning to walk that way herself.