Natural Enemy... or Friend? PV Finished

Anastasia had woken earlier than she normally did and had decided to go examine the Quidditch Pitch. She intended to play on her House team all seven years, be Captain at some point in there (the sooner, the better), and go on to play professionally. She laughed a bit at herself as she walked down the unnervingly empty corridors. Maybe that was getting a bit ahead of herself, seeing as she wasn't even on the House team yet, but that had been her plan for nearly her entire life. Maybe the House was supposed to be Slytherin, but that didn't mean she would change her entire life plan. 

She glanced down at her dress, a bit self-conscious of her clothing at the moment. The most casual piece of clothing she owned was her silk pajamas and all of her normal clothing was far nicer than what she'd seen other first years wearing. Her current dress, for example, was a light blue dress with a full skirt that hit just below her knees with a sash and complex embroidery on the bodice. She didn't have a problem with being overly fabulous, she just wondered exactly what the other people were thinking.  

She reached the Quidditch Pitch and a rare, wide, truly delighted smile crossed her face. It was everything she'd ever imagined and more. She was in a dress right now, and anyway, she didn't have a broom at the moment, but she could just picture herself soaring through the air. At that moment, she actually looked like a thrilled elven-year-old, not a proper small version of her mother or anything else. She could already see her first game...

She was shaken from her imaginings at the sound of someone in the Spectator area. She bit her lip and resisted the urge to smooth her dress and hair. She hadn't actually done anything other than walk out there, and her hair and dress were still perfectly arranged. 

Anastasia examined the girl as she approached, mentally categorizing the girl before she even spoke. She seemed decent enough looking, and certainly far cleaner than that little street urchin from the night before. That girl had been filthy and Anastasia honestly wondered why they even allowed her on school ground. Her outfit was stylish, but not as expensive or formal as Anastasia's. Overall, based on her looks anyway, she seemed like alright company, at least for the moment. Anastasia would make further judgments as they spoke. 

She noted that the girl climbed over the benches as opposed to simply walking around them. Maybe it was a bit quicker, but Anastasia knew that if she had done that at home, she would have been in quite a bit of trouble with her parents. 

The girl introduced herself and held out her hand to shake. Sonya was a rather interesting name. It wasn't as elegant as some of her childhood friends, but she rather liked the name. "I'm Anastasia Beckett," she replied, shaking the girl's hand. Despite the fact that the girl hadn't given her surname, Anastasia had been bred to always introduce herself as a Beckett. "And I was just coming to look at the Quidditch Pitch. What are you doing here?"

"It is, isn't it?" Anastasia said agreeably. "It's certainly more so than the Gryffindor Common Room, although that's hardly saying anything." The Gryffindor Common Room was quite loud and vivacious, but not necessarily in a bad way. Sure, it wasn't the best when Anastasia was trying to focus on a homework assignment, but that's what the library was for, right? Anyway, she'd had more fun in the Gryffindor Common Room in the past days than she'd had any time before that. Someone was always doing something and there was always someone willing to start talking. 

It occurred to her that she had absolutely zero idea what house this girl might be since she wasn't in her robes. She'd gotten quite used to seeing other students in their house robes and she hadn't even thought to ask. "What house are you?" she inquired. She didn't recognize the girl from as a Gryffindor, although that didn't completely rule her out since Anastasia hadn't quite been at her normal level of face memory while she was adjusting to Hogwarts. The girl struck her as Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff, probably a Hufflepuff, just based on her general demeanor and the fact that she didn't have a book with her. Nearly all of the Ravenclaws she had met so far had had books with them no matter where they were. 

Anastasia nodded at the girl's confirmation that she was a Hufflepuff. She'd made friends with a few Hufflepuffs so far, and they were all rather lovely. Her cousin Amelia had been in Hufflepuff, so Anastasia didn't have the same disdain for Hufflepuff that her parents did. Although, her aunt and uncle had ended up disowning Amelia just before her fourth year since "the house was wearing off on her". Still, Anastasia didn't dislike Hufflepuff nearly as much another Pureblood might. 

"I love Hogwarts so far. The castle is a bit, well, quaint, but the classes are quite enjoyable, and most of the people I've met so far have been most lovely," Anastasia replied. Keyword being most, she thought. She could think of a few notable exceptions, but obviously, she wasn't going to lead with that. While she did love gossip, that was for later on, when she knew she could trust the person. She still hadn't decided whether or not she could see herself becoming friends with her. She didn't automatically hate her the way she had Roxie from the night before, which was also a good sign. She supposed she would just have to wait and find out. "Which class is your favorite so far? I know I positively adore charms." 

"I like Herbology far more than I expected to, and Professor Wright really is quite lovely, isn't she?" Anastasia replied. Neither of her parents had faniced Herbology or History of Magic. So, Anastasia being Anastasia, those were two of her very favorite subjects. She did prefer classes where they learned spells, like Charms, but she really did like those two subjects. 

"I joined this club called Wonder Women, which is basically just a club for awesome girls supporting each other and all that," Anastasia told the other girl. "And I'm on the Gryffindor newspaper staff, although that's not exactly a club per say. As for Quidditch, I just love it. My mother was a professional player when she was younger and I intend to do the same. It's not for everyone though. It can get rather violent, depending on who you're playing." Anastasia's eyes lit up when she began talking about Quidditch. She just loved it and couldn't wait to try out for the team. She hoped that she would make it, seeing as there were plenty of second years who, like her, had been playing since they were small and had been on the team last year. Still, she knew she was quite good and couldn't wait to try out. "Are you a musician then?"