What are you hiding? PV Beatrice Dupont closed

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A yawn escaped Beatrice's lips as she evaded some first years that seemed to be deep in discussion about Transfiguration. Second year had come in fast and heavy and now it was almost October. It felt so weird to look back and compare at what point she had been last year and at what point she was now. Beatrice had only dreamed of the cat following behind her in September last year and at no point would she have thought about becoming Prefect or actually having a position on the Slytherin quidditch team. To be fair, it was only second string and she had never taken part in an official game. Yet, she still felt some pride in representing her house in this sport.

It was a Saturday and the weather was fitting to the time of the year. The black tights on her legs were now needed when wearing a skirt and the boots she was wearing were now frequently met with rain and mud, much to the disapproval of her Mother who had always made sure they were clean when Beatrice wore them at home. Now they were cleaned with a simple spell instead of helping hands and in Beatrice's opinion there was no difference. Today was one of the Saturday's that Beatrice was mostly spending in the Library. The only reason she was not there right now was Lunch and the need to wash her hands. Usually Beatrice was not clumsy or untidy but today she had somehow managed to get ink all over her hands while doing a homework assignment.

Avoiding picking up Adelaide so she wouldn't get ink over her beautiful fur, Beatrice pushed the door to the Lavatory open, expecting no one to be in there. Her heart made a little jump when she did see someone. The Gryffindor girl with long silky hair and almond shaped eyes stood in front of the sinks, looking at Beatrice like she had walked into a private room without knocking. „Ying...“ Beatrice said the other girls name just like she had said hers. The Slytherin let her eyes wander over the scene, wondering why Ying was so startled and... guilty looking. With a sigh, Beatrice made her way to the sink and turned on the faucet to wash her hands. Adelaide was standing close by her legs, eyeing the back cat that seemed to belong to Ying.

When Beatrice had washed and dried her hands, she turned back to Ying. Chewing her bottom lip, Beatrice looked the other girl up and down. Then she tried to catch the other girls eyes, if Ying allowed it. They had only met a few times until now and Ying did not seem like a trouble maker to Beatrice so why was she acting like she was hiding something now. Beatrice let a breath escape from her lips and leaned against the sink with her hip. „Miss Fang Hui-Ying please don't tell me you are doing something forbidden on a Saturday afternoon.“ Beatrice's eyes were almost pleading, the last thing she wanted to do today was give this nice girl detention.

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Ocean blue eyes met warm chocolate ones, both reflecting the surprise felt by both girls. Was like they were destined to find each other in the most unexpected circumstances. Ying would never forget the first moment they shared, between green walls of foliage and beautiful flowers, had felt like the time had stopped in that pass moment, made a pause for them to recognize each other at the tip of their wands. And now...now it felt like a deja vu, the same moment in a different space with far less fancy clothes and scenario. But still, it was Beatrice who caught her looking like the biggest of suspects in a shady scheme, hiding her precious crime evidences behind her back. "Ying" The Slytherin girl said almost at the same time she had said her name. Ying bit on her bottom lip, waiting for the other girl's next reaction. Her foot started to hit the ground on a nervous rhythm, expecting for the question "What are you doing?". But the question never came, instead the beautiful girl sighed dismissively and walked to the sink where she washed her hands.

Ying accompanied the other girl's movement by turning to her side and leaning over the washbasin furniture in an attempt to keep hiding her makeup and now the mess caused by the brush she clumsily had dropped. Like if Miss Fortune had understood the pleading in Ying's eyes, she leaped elegantly into the sink covering the makeup with her fluffy little belly. The Gryffindor girl never felt more grateful to have found the little black kitten! She reached her delicate ivory hand to pet under the kitten's neck, her favorite spot.

The sound of running water stopped and so Ying returned her attention towards Beatrice. Her heart started to beat faster in expectation caused by the discerning look she was receiving from the smart girl at her side. Her eyes met again, Ying's trying to look innocent and Beatrice's trying to read the lie in them. "Miss Fang Hui-Ying please don't tell me you are doing something forbidden on a Saturday afternoon." The Slytherin girl finally broke the silence and addressed to "elephant in the room" by making the inevitable question. But the way she had said it, in a very hopeful, kinda pleading manner, made Ying's lips tremble in an attempt to contain her laugh. Looking down and sighing in resignation Ying decided that there was no point in lying to Beatrice, she would just tell the truth and hope the other girl would not make fun of her. "I..." She started in a low tone of voice feeling her cheeks getting warm with embarrassment, "You know the ball right?" She asked looking up again at the dark-haired girl, with a nervous expression, "Well...I..." She tried to say, but the words seemed to lose the way to her mouth, so she mentioned with her eyes, looking at the sink when Miss Fortune left it to cautiously approach Adelaide, and the makeup was now possible to see, "I was trying that." Ying confessed with a pink color in her soft face and a pray in her mind for Beatrice's next words to be merciful.

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Beatrice watched Ying carefully as the Gryffindor girl stood there silently. Beatrice could really not imagine her doing something forbidden but there was this guilty look in Ying's eyes that she could not overlook. The other girls lips started to tremble once Beatrice had spoken and for a moment her heart started beating faster, worried Ying would start to cry for some unknown reason. Beatrice's body tensed, which Adelaide sensed and resulted into the cat looking suspiciously at the girl and her midnight black cat. Finally, Ying started to speak. Her words came slowly and Beatrice could even make out some blush on the Gryffindors cheeks. Was she.. embarrassed? But why would she be? Beatrice eyebrows furrowed with curiosity and concern all at once. Ying mentioned the ball and as her cat slowly moved out of the sink to approach Adelaide, Beatrice slowly started putting things together.

A soft smile spread across Beatrice's lips and she had to suppress a laugh, pressing her lips together and releasing her tense posture into a more relaxed one. „You are trying Make-up?” Beatrice's smile widened. „Oh Ying, why would you be embarrassed of that?” she could no longer suppress her laugh and a small chuckle escaped Beatrice's lips as she noticed Adelaide slipping through her legs in direction of the black cat. It had been some time ago that her Mother had taught Beatrice how to alter her looks and emphasize her features. It seemed to be something most girls at their age would start trying out and Beatrice felt a little sorry for Ying that she had no one to show it to her. „Do you need help? My mother showed me and I've tried it out a couple times myself. It's really not that hard, I promise.” her smile softened. „Just be careful with the mascara, you'll cry black tears if you accidentally stab yourself in the eye.” Perhaps Beatrice's joking tone would help lighten up the mood and lift Ying's uncomfortableness a little. „Is this your cat? I assume so, she is super cute! What's her name?”

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Ying's heart felt warmer when she saw Beatrice's sweet and understanding smile. It was nice to notice that there was no judgement in her eyes when she looked at her with such kindness and asked her if she was trying some makeup and why would she feel embarrassed because of it. "Well..." Ying gave a small shrug and her smile widened but she was still feeling shy about everything she was admitting. "I never tried to do it myself! I always had someone to help me get prepared for those important events." She explained feeling a little more relaxed but her heart was still heavily pounding in her small chest, still concerned with what would be the Slytherin's reaction to what she said.

Beatrice gave her a small laugh that Ying understood it was not badly intended. She could see how funny that situation could be seen at the other girl's eyes. Adelaide and Miss Fortune also seemed to be getting along. Ying smiled and chuckled alongside Beatrice when the beautiful tabby cat decided to approach the wary and cautious midnight fur ball. Miss Fortune first acted as she was trying to escape, but slowly she started to trust Adelaide, sniffing at her small snout first and at the next minute she was delivering the grey-white cuteness a "kitten kiss".

"Do you need help? My mother showed me and I've tried it out a couple times myself. It's really not that hard, I promise.” the raven-haired girl asked her and Ying, for a moment, didn't know how to properly react to that question. But the light-hearted way in the Slytherin girl's voice made her realize that there was no need to feel hesitant or suspicious about Beatrice, that she, as always, was being sweet and helpful. "Sure! I think this can be fun!" Ying finally replied with an honest and open smile, no longer a trace of embarrassment could be seen in her features. "Yes! This is Miss Fortune! I'm happy to know she and Adelaide seem to be enjoying each others company!"

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„I get that.“ Beatrice smiled. „It is difficult to learn these things on your own when often times there are people to do those things for you.“ She knew this herself. When things were always done for you, you had to find opportunities to learn them for yourself. The events that Ying was talking about, were most likely similar to the events that purebloods attended. While Ying was not one, as far as Beatrice was aware, her behavior, clothing and elegance showed that she came from a wealthy family too. Although, Beatrice was not sure what wealthy meant in the muggle world.

When the cats started approaching one another, both girls watched. Beatrice's smile was still soft, tracing the steps her precious kitten took with her eyes. Ying's Kitten first looked rather alert, even like she wanted to escape Adelaide. Beatrice's eyebrows shot up slightly in surprise, as her smile widened. The midnight colored sweetheart had given Adelaide a kitten kiss on the nose, which made Beatrice giggle slightly.

When the Slytherin asked her Gryffindor friend, if she should help her with the makeup, Ying first looked rather unsure. Beatrice tried her best to look genuine. She did mean her offer, she wanted to help Ying, if she allowed it. Once Ying agreed, Beatrice felt a small weight lift off of her, she hadn't been sure if Ying was going to feel comfortable enough with her or not. „Okay, it really isn't that hard. What would you like to start with?” The Slytherin student was unsure what supplies Ying brought or what she was trying to achieve, there was so much you could do with a few simple products. She nodded at her friends words, observing the kittens. „Yes, it seems so. Miss Fortune is such a cute name and she behaves so gracefully!” Beatrice said, giving Ying a smile.

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"Yes, it's true. I had too much often people doing things for me." Ying replied with a smile, but her voice sounded faintly with the true sadness she felt weighing down in her heart. She shook that feeling away as quickly as she could, it was not a time to be feeling like that, not when she was hopefully making a new friend.

Beatrice always seemed to be the type of person who kept things to herself, very quiet and kind. But she always managed to have that strong presence that Ying couldn't explain, it was just that feeling you get when you know you can trust someone because they are strong enough to never fail you no matter what. That kind of person you tend to admire and want to meet their expectations. Ying hoped to meet hers. It all started well tho, Miss Fortune and Adelaide seemed to like each other!

"Well, I don't have many options." Ying explained when Beatrice asked where should they start, "I want something simple, I'm not used to it, so I don't want to feel that I put a mask or something!" Ying gave a soft laugh and smiled brightly at the Slytherin girl. "I have this nude, warm brown colors..." She said picking up the makeup she had put on top of the bathroom counter, showing the palette to Bea "See? Nothing much, but still a challenge for me!" She said with an apologetic smile, "Perhaps you can teach me, and I can practice on you?" Ying asked looking at the girl's beautiful face, taking in her graceful features, she never really looked at her, now imagining how those colors would look perfect on her..."Your eyes have such a beautiful color, you know that?" She asked nicely, feeling a little timid after realizing what she had said. But...oh well, it wasn't a lie, and it's always nice to compliment others right? Beatrice was indeed very beautiful.

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Beatrice gave her friend a sympathetic smile. Growing up wealthy surely had many many privileges, however it also had disadvantages in daily life that were so natural to others. The young Slytherin couldn't help but feel like Ying and her were very similar in a way. She truly felt close to the Gryffindor, even if she hadn't known her for long. Yes, they were of different ethnicity - yes, they were of different blood status and yes, their ideologies may be different too but the magic running within them created a bond between the two witches. Their likes, their interests, their behavior - something made Beatrice feel like they were growing closer the more they discovered about one another's lives. She hoped Ying felt the same way.

Gazing throughout the room, her water colored eyes got stuck on her friend. Ying truly was beautiful. Her elegance swept through her every move, her beauty was admirable and her energy felt like a breath of fresh air. A breath of fresh air that could grow stronger to support you, one to blow away your worries and set a smile on your lips. The light danced of Ying's dark hair and sparkled in her eyes, but it was almost like Ying didn't even realize how ethereal she was. Her whole being felt warm and friendly, something Beatrice did not see in many people. In fact, she had only seen this in one particular person before. Her gaze had wandered from Ying to one of the windows in the room. The image of a curly haired girl was playing before her eyes, one that made Beatrice's heart throb in pain and loss. However, right now it felt like Ying was stitching Bea's heart back together, through becoming her friend.

"Well, I don't have many options." The prefect was ripped from her thoughts, when her friend started talking again and her eyes focused back onto Ying, shaking all thoughts away. She smiled at the Gryffindors words. „Why yes, we can do that, absolutely! Do not worry, I am sure you will do wonderfully and the colors you have are very pretty.“ Beatrice tried to reassure her friend while picking up a small brush. „Do you want to start with eyeshadow? I always like to do that before putting on mascara, otherwise I feel like the color gets stuck in your lashes.“ Biting her bottom lip Beatrice tried to demonstrate the brush strokes, on her hand, that Ying would have to perform on the Slytherin's eyelids. When Ying's compliment hit her ears, her eyes shot up again and the smile from earlier made its way on her lips. „Thank you, you do too.“ Her voice was genuine and soft and she waited a second to appreciate Ying's comment, before giving her the brush and encouraging her to try.

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Ying noticed the change on Beatrice's expression. It was as if suddenly a heavy invisible cloak had embraced her elegant and delicate features, her beautiful blue-green eyes turned the color of sea waves during a gray sky storm. The young Gryffindor felt concern grow inside her heart, thinking about the possibility that she had said something that had caused her friend sadness and dismay. She slowly raised her hand and lightly touched Beatrice on her shoulder, "Are you okay?" She asked with worry in her soft voice. Ying tried to look at Bea's face in search for an answer, something that could explain her change of attitude or tel her that she was alright.

The moment passed and Beatrice smiled at her again, leaving Ying a little more relieved, but a wave of concern still enveloped her chest. She was glad, though, that her change of words had worked to bring a little more joy to her friend and the light in her eyes could be seen again. "Thank you! I asked one of my beloved caregivers, Mrs. Bagnall, to send me something appropriate for the occasion. She kindly sent me this!" Ying explained to the Slytherin girl. "Sure! We can start from whatever you think its best! You are the mentor and I am a humble apprentice in the art of beauty!" Ying replied with amusement smiling brightly at her friend. Holding the brush that Beatrice gave her, Ying passed it lightly through the lightest eyeshade and turned towards her friend. "Can you close your eyes please?" She asked politely. She just hoped she would make it right! Although it was an easy challenge, Beatrice would look perfect in anything!

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A giggle escaped Beatrice's lips at Ying's remark. Being a Mentor in anything had never occurred to her, especially not in the Beauty department. Yes, Beatrice certainly knew how to take care of herself and make her appearance more than presentable, but she had never done this for anyone but herself and her siblings. Edith came into her older sister's room ever so often when the Slytherin was at home and asked to borrow a shirt or some makeup. It never took long until she came back and asked for help, Beatrice always did what a good sister would do and helped Edith, yet tell her she was beautiful without Make-up. The young girl seemed to always want to resemble her older sister.

Blue orbs fluttered shut at Ying's request as Beatrice waited for the brush strokes starting on her eyelids. The young prefect was sure her Gryffindor friend would do a wonderful job, for any mistakes they were close enough to water and paper towels. It was a weird feeling to have someone else so close and to be so vulnerable with them. „So...“ Beatrice started and trailed off. „Are you going to the Ball with anyone? Any handsome gentleman that asked for your hand in a dance?“ a smile spread across her features, she couldn't image that Ying had not been asked to go to the ball by someone. „Perhaps even someone you like?“

To be truthful, the Slytherin had no idea if they were already at the point in their Friendship to be asking these questions, but Ying did not have to answer if she didn't want to, which hit like a lighting in the Brunettes consciousness and made her eyes fly open. „Of course you do not have to answer that question. I am so sorry, that was really rude. I should not assume or ask such questions.“ Asking about Suitors was not something Beatrice would usually do. Besides, she was never comfortable enough to even ask someone such a question and now it had slipped. However, maybe Ying thought differently? Maybe they could just be two girls, talking about girly things and doing girly activities. Maybe they could be just a little less perfect together.