Please Help Me PV Alexx Helm & Eri Windstone Cl

A soft whistle rang from the girl's lips, her hands stuffed in her pockets, her posture in a slight slouch. She was not minding where she was going, for the corridors traveled in many directions, so wherever she ended up she would not be disappointed. Her black mary jane's tapped against the stone floors, and she was in no hurry to get where she was going. It was nice to not be in a rush, for the halls to not be busy with the demanding hustle of her fellow students, and for the noise to be a softening sensation to her clattering heart. She felt so busy for a girl of twelve, and it wasn't a lie. There was homework to be done, classes to attend, people to see. Her schedule was full and empty all at once. It didn't bother her, however, as she enjoyed the adventure.

And in her mindless state, she whistled and walked right past the boys who were tormenting a girl of her own house. But when she heard the soft cries, she backtracked, looked down, and scowled. "Oi! What on earth is this?" She shouted, stepping closer. "She's a kid, for Merlin's sake! Do you like tormenting children? Is that it? Well, you best be off. I'm a prefect, and I will be informing your Head of House that you will be receiving a detention. Now, off!" Her voice carried an angry tone, and she wasn't in the mood to play around. It truly did get on her nerves that anyone would want to harm anyone like this.

Then, bending down, she looked at the girl who was on the floor, not bothering to see if the boys had scattered off yet or not. "Don't worry, mon ami. You are okay now." She told her, offering a warm, friendly smile. "Are you alright? Do I need to take you to the hospital wing?" Concern flowed heavily across her tongue, and her eyebrows furrowed in a heavy manner. This was frightening as it should be. Why was there no one protecting this girl, who seemed to have bad luck as it were? Furthermore, was it bad luck, or was it not coincidental that those boys were targeting her? But alas, the eyes in these halls know no bounds, and so she was a guardian angel, if such things did exist. This young girl was fortunate that Alexx was here, and that her demanding voice had likely struck fear into the hearts of whatever cowards did this to her. No amount of spite could even justify their actions.

As part of the general population, the ones left unbothered and blended in with their surroundings much like a chameleon, the blonde girl did not find herself in these positions. Even with a French accent that sang like a song, chirped like a bird, or snarled like a wolf. Not even with a complexion as pale as a spirit did she find the names coming her way, let alone a beating. Maybe it was her hard exterior that shielded her from the comments that might come, or perhaps it was the prefect badge she wore from time to time. She was a slave to honesty, and the truth was that she witnessed more than she received. It was true, Alexx had an enemy or two, but she was not an ill-behaved child, nor was she kicked like a puppy. She was happy to be in the middle and that she didn't stand out. It kept her safe. It kept her alive. Maybe that was just what this unfortunate soul needed.

"Don't worry, mon ami. You are okay now."

"You Okay?"

Her head turned, looking at the girl who had arrived. A nod was thrown her way, to which she responded with one back. It was true, Alexx could remember the night she met Eri Windstone vividly, but now was not the time to worry about recalling that. It was perhaps the least appropriate time to bring those events to light, so her lips sealed shut, and she silently hoped that Eri had let go of whatever past grudges she held against Alexx, or at least was willing to set those opinions aside for the greater good. If she still held ill will towards her, Alexx would be happy to discuss those things later, when the young girl who was too shaken to handle more drama was better.

Then, she turned her attention back to her. "Often? You mean to tell me you are being bullied?" Alexx asked in a soothing voice. She took careful note with how she shied away from physical contact and was resigned from the two altogether. It was sad, and Alexx could only wear a frown, the concerned look on her face seemed to now be forged there. "Have you told anyone, or reported such?" Of course, the French girl was more relieved to see that this child was fine, but now she was worried that this was undetected by the professors. Biting her lip, she broke her attempt at eye contact, feeling bad that even she didn't know. Was this something she should be on top of? Should she be more attentive in these ways? Alexx knew not the answer, and she wouldn't dwell on it, because she knew now, and she would help this girl no matter what. It was the right thing to do, and a fire burned inside her knowing that students were getting away with this to the point to where this poor thing thought of it as an normality! It made her feel sick to her stomach, and the bile would be the wrath she implemented on whoever tormented her.

She looked back towards her, offering another smile as best as she could. She felt like she was offering this kid too much false hope. This wasn't a smiling matter, and it hurt to lie to her. She felt hurt, despite not being the victim. "I promise you, no one will be bothering you again. You do not have to get used to it. This will not be your life at Hogwarts." It felt like a big commitment for a young girl to take on. And it was, perhaps, in the sense that she just promised this girl that she would look after her. "Could you start by telling us your name? I'm Alexx." It was a thought that perhaps by changing the subject, it would calm down the mystery girl. In an attempt to get her mind away from the previous events, which had to be banging in her mind like a mallet against a bass drum, Alexx began the introduction stage.