Finding Our Way and Back Again PV Finished

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“He is a lost boy, waiting to be found.”
@EmmaLee LeDames

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Hogwarts is huge. Really huge for a boy who had no idea about the school. Sure, he was informed of the castle's basic information by school staff when they came into his house, but there was merely more than that in order to navigate his new school. It had already been an hour since he left the Hufflepuff common room to find his upcoming class' location, yet he was stranded in the maze of corridors somewhere on the second floor.

Vicente tried to retrace his footsteps back to the common room, but the mysterious and complicated architecture played a trick on his memory, leading him in a circle twice. He stood there feeling hopeless as he tried to restrain himself from shedding a teardrop. A map for this school would have make all the difference, but alas, all he had was his vague sense of directions, and his two hands gripping his Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook tighter out while he desperately tried to find his way out of the maze of empty corridors. It was just his fifth day at Hogwarts, and he couldn't believe he was already lost. He couldn't shake the feeling of regret for not waiting for his prefects and the rest of the Hufflepuff first years instead of venturing on his own.

The small boy lingered in tears along the long pathway of the narrow corridor as a bunch of portraits on the wall accused him of rule-breaking for his tardiness. He turned the corner of the narrow corridor into another corridor, scanning his new surroundings to seek out older people for help. Suddenly, he felt the presence of a person behind him, and Vicente turned his head, his tear-streaked face glistening under the ray of sunlight coming from the window of the corridor as he sniffled softly, trying to compose himself in front of the girl with platinum blonde hair. "Did my prefect send you to find me?" Vicente asked, his words were interrupted by the rhythmic hiccup of his sobs.

WC - 326 words

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V.H.T
“He is a lost boy, waiting to be found.”
@EmmaLee LeDames

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Vicente was taken aback when the girl reached out and used her own robe to gently wipe his tears. Perhaps he wasn't quite comfortable with a stranger's touch, but he was desperate for comfort after the tumultuous roller-coaster of emotions just to find his classroom, which turned out to be close to his own common room. Stupid Vicente, always eager to avoid causing any trouble. If it wasn't for that he would arrive to the class on time.

He felt guilty when she confessed that she, too, was late to her class, but he really didn't want to go alone to his class. As she finished explaining the location of his class, which he hadn't paid much attention to due to the warmth and comfort of the girl's hand. Once his sobbing aftermath symptoms stopped, and he reached out his small hand to shake hers while still grasping the DADA textbook, which became heavier for him to hold. If only he brought along his messenger bag this day, his weak hands might not trembled from carrying the dusty large textbook too long.

"My name is Vicente Hidalgo," he said to the girl, enunciating each syllable of his name clearly to ensure she didn't make a mistake in saying it, Ever since the sorting ceremony happened, Vicente had to talk slowly. "Thank you for helping me." Vicente wanted to ask but couldn't bring himself to tell his senior that he needed someone to accompany him to class. It felt like an imposition, and he didn't want to burden her any further.

WC - 260 words

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V.H.T
“He is a lost boy, waiting to be found.”
@EmmaLee LeDames

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Is she a Latina? Perhaps she's stayed in Argentina at some point? This made Vicente curious about her nationality. While her accent wasn't really spot on, her proficiency in Spanish was impressive for someone who had learned the language. He nodded thoughtfully before walking alongside his senior towards his DADA class, considering whether to ask her directly about her background.

"Are you South American as well?" the short Hufflepuff boy asked EmmaLee before looking up and down as if he's judging her physical look. He knew that physical appearance doesn't really matter when it comes to nationality, but he was just trying to find a way to remember her, since Hogwarts has an excessive number of students. EmmaLee has platinum blonde hair, which is tied up into a neat hairstyle, and pale skin that makes her blue eyes radiant; at least that's what Vicente thought about her look. "You don't seem like one, honestly." Ouch, that might've come across as a bit harsh if she is a South American, yet Vicente remained unaware of his blunt observation.

He was actually commenting on her accent, but she probably mistook him for judging her appearance, which did not fit the typical South American stereotype. Dark hair? Tsss. Slightly tan to dark skin complexion? Tsss. Curly or wavy hair? He really couldn't tell. It wasn't a moment before he realised that he hadn't responded to her question about his experience at Hogwarts so far. "Ah, erm.. It's just fine," Vicente replied, using his other hand to scratch his head, "The homework I got yesterday was too much, though."

WC - 266 words

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“After your next move, I’ll give you what I got.”
@EmmaLee LeDames

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It all made sense to Vicente that she's indeed not a South American; no offence, yet she managed to impress him with her Spanish and how helpful she was to him. Perhaps she could be a great guide for him throughout his first year at Hogwarts.

He let out a small 'Oh' to her after she explained everything and walked faster to his destination. It wasn't long until Vicente arrived at the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, the platinum blonde-haired girl catching up to him. He knocked on the big oak door before facing EmmaLee.

"Thank you," Vicente bowed to her, still holding his textbook for dear life, when it was slowly slipping out because of it's heaviness. "I will see you a-." He heard a loud sigh emanating from the classroom, followed by a deep voice saying, "Come in," before he managed to complete his sentence.

Vicente gulped as he straightened up from his bow, a sinking feeling settling in. Oh no, he was likely in deep trouble, based on how his professor responded to his knock. He waved his hand quickly before he went into the classroom.

Hopefully, EmmaLee understood why he didn't say a proper goodbye—at least it wasn't a proper one to him since it was interrupted by his professor, but overall, Vicente enjoyed his company with her, and he learned his lesson: Never go out on your own unless you are already used to this surrounding, unless you want to get lost and cry like a stupid boy.

WC - 268 words

EmmaLee (and Vicente) have left the thread.