Ravenclaw Bread, Jam, & Company: House Cup Party

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Yet again Cecily nodded as Muriel answered her question. She shrugged when Muriel asked her the same thing.

"Oh, it's been good. There are some classes that I think I probably could do better on, but I am content with the grades I have now. But not completely satisfied," she explained, her eyes darting back and forth between the window and Muriel.

"There are some classes I think are easier and more interesting then others though, which mess me up a little. I tend to do better in subjects that are more interesting to me, which of course is normal, but I have been taught to work hard in each subject as best as possible even if it isn't interesting. Mum always said that to me. She expects me to do what she asks, and that is what she asked of me while I'm at Hogwarts. I intend to do what she asks, too," Cecily added, offering Muriel a little smile.

Cecily's head turned to the rest of the party. Most people were still chatting and eating together. It had seemed like hours and hours and hours that they had been talking, but Cecily realized that it was still the same day and party.

Focusing back on her own conversation, Cecily's thoughts turned to the topic of friends. This had always been a word Cecily tried not to think about. At the start of the year, Cecily knew she didn't need friends. That wasn't what Hogwarts was all about, after all. A couple months passed and Cecily realized that she did need friends. At least for her. She knew there were a ton of people that had been there for more than a year and still thought they didn't need friends. Cecily did realize she needed them. There was never someone for Cecily to be around when she was bored, there was never someone for Cecily to talk to when she was mad or sad, there was no one ever there encouraging her while she worked hard in her studies. There was no one. One of the reasons why Cecily knew she wouldn't need friends at Hogwarts was because of her siblings. She knew she would most likely be sorted into Hufflepuff. Even her mom, her intelligent, kind, graduated Ravenclaw mom was sure of it. Then Cecily got sorted into Ravenclaw and that was the end of her seeing her siblings at Hogwarts. When she was at Hogwarts, she hardly ever saw her siblings. Now she was on her own.

Cecily had been thinking about all this for a while, and snapped back to reality to realize that Muriel was still there. How embarrasing. Poor Muriel was still there waiting for Cecily to say something.

"Oh, sorry I never said anything. I do that sometimes. I sometimes am silent for while when I'm thinking or imagining things. I was wondering how making friends was for you when you first came to Hogwarts?" Cecily finally asked.

Cecelia Dahlia Queen
Stats: Strength: 9 Agility: 9 
Control: 10
 Stamina: 7
Ravenclaw Bread, Jam, & Company: House Cup Party
"...Oh..." Kaegan said, and I felt a small burst of triumph. But that didn't last long, and I almost felt uncomfortable for a while, self-conscious. That's how it was with most people, especially boys. I don't know, when I was younger, I preferred their friendship over a girl's, it was simply less drama. But now... it just seemed as though they didn't prefer me. But, why should I care about what this boy thinks of me? I shouldn't really.

So I started back up again.

"What about you? What's it like where you're from?"

Mae E. Reeds
Ravenclaw Bread, Jam, & Company: House Cup Party
What was it like where he was from? In the fens? It was… Unknown. Constantly shrouded in mist and fog, watery depths and murky swamps instead of hard paths and steady stone floors. It was a place you had to hide in to survive. Showing your face meant death at the claws of some terrifying monster, some magical creature that knew the fens far better than you did. It was a miracle he had survived as long as he had.

“Scary. Unknown. But it made sense.”


He wasn’t sure how else to describe it. It was terrifying there, but he knew that it had reason to be. It was straightforward. He didn’t have to try and talk with girls there, didn’t have to try and fathom what this one was thinking. It was easier in some ways. Harder in others.

Shade-Beacon, Master of the Castle of Avarice