25 Jun 2018, 21:46
Completely Opposite
A Chocolate Cauldron...She's giving me one even after what I did?
At last, after what seemed like an eternity, Regina's eyes perked up at the sound of the other girl rummaging through her bag, watching subtly as the treat was wordlessly placed next to her parchment. What was she doing? What did this mean?
Normally, the young witch would have interpreted such gesture as an act of bribe, and would have downright called the person out on their unacceptable behavior. However, it didn't seem like the other Gryffindor had any other intentions than one of sincerity. She had finally resorted to being silent and Regina at least respected that.
Her orchird eyes took a quick glance at the parchment of the girl, a sudden curiosity mixed with doubt taking over her thoughts. Her writing wasn't as majestic with a touch of nobility like Regina's, so she was probably from a family with a normal background, because every preceptor of every wealthy wizard household always molded and shaped the young ones with the utmost austerity, they had to be impeccable in everything they did. Regina vaguely wondered how was it like to have a perfectly average family. If it was a happier kind of family than hers.
Annabelle Wolfe...
So that was her name. It fit her strangely well.
Regina then lifted her head, but slightly enough to take a closer look at the said Annabelle Wolfe's features. She seemed to be enjoying an odd snack that Regina had never seen before. It could mean that she was a Muggle-born. Regina wondered how Annabelle would react if she ever knew about her pure-blood nature. Muggle-borns and pure-bloods had a stereotype tendency to dislike each other. Regina wasn't one of those though. That sort of ridiculous discrimination didn't matter to her; a nature didn't define the true strength of a wizard. Only their magical potential did.
Annabelle had quite the remarkable shade of brown eyes, a modest copper of colour. Her brown hair was braided in two, giving out a more optimist and adorable side of her. Regina wasn't blinded, she could easily notice that Annabelle was secretly hoping she'd accept the little treat she gave her. Even after how Regina pushed her away, she was still determinated to break through the icy mask.
As much as she didn't want to admit it, the black-haired Gryffindor was quite impressed with Annabelle's bravery, because she reminded the noble of herself each time she had to confront with her malicious sister's threats. And so, even if they were completely opposite, Regina thought that maybe it was worth a try to see if she was ready to let Annabelle in, just a little bit.
Regina had already suffered enough to let herself be emotionally hurt by someone else.
She brought her hand slowly towards the Chocolate Cauldron, putting it carefully in the pocket of her robe before clearing her throats loud enough for only Annabelle to hear. Regina didn't like eating any other sweets except chocolate and she honestly appreciated the small gift. Still, she spoke up with her signature monotone cold voice.
"Thank you...And...that was very brave of you, standing up for yourself like that."
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26 Jun 2018, 21:05
Completely Opposite
"No problem," Annabelle grinned, thrilled that Regina had accepted her gift.
More importantly, she was happy that the girl had actually spoken to her. As much as she wanted to leap for join though, the cheerful Gryffindor remained calm. She still did not want to get kicked out of the room, and Regina seemed to like it better when she was silent. She smiled warmly at her fellow student. At last they were making progress.
"And thank you." She felt a twinge of pride that this girl thought her brave. Regina didn't seem like the sort to hand out compliments. Besides, she was happy to start a new conversation if it would take Regina's mind off of whatever was making her sad. It also meant that she had indeed heard the speech that Annabelle had given. "I try not to worry about people like that." Try. That was certainly the right word for it. It was impossible for her not to care about the harsh words of others. Perhaps she was easily-wounded,, but she figured that was better than not caring. She could not simply push everyone away. If the young socialite were to do something like that, she was certain that she'd find herself absolutely miserable.
Still, she did her best to justify ignoring the boy's words. "It's stupid anyway. That guy doesn't know me. I'd bet you anything by the time we graduate, I'll be a million times more powerful than he is." The brown-haired girl said this half out of spite toward the boy, but half out of genuine sincerity. Every since she had first set foot in this place, Annabelle Wolfe had been determined to do something great... to be something great. Every time a kid like that attacked her, it only made her more determined. And she had been ridiculed quite a bit.
Anna had learned of the rift between Pure-bloods and Muggles almost immediately after her arrival. It all seemed very silly to her. From what she had learned in class, a student's lineage had very little to do with their magical potential. Yet from the way some people here spoke, one would think that the magic inside of them was somehow diluted the further they strayed from the magical side of their family tree. That was, of course, absolutely ridiculous. Annabelle didn't have a single drop of wizard blood in her, yet here she was excelling at Hogwarts. Every time she was called "Mudblood" it only strengthened her resolve.
She wondered what Regina would think of the whole issue. From her noble stance and excellent handwriting, Anna's first thought was that she was most likely a Pure-blood. She had also gotten that impression from the way she acted as though she were above Annabelle, trying to shoo her away. That easily could have just been because she annoying her though. Though Regina had been insulting her, she had never resorted to using any slurs about her blood status. Perhaps that would not be such a huge issue here.
"I'm still getting used to this whole wizarding thing..." she admitted to her new companion. The girl could probably tell from the way she acted that she was Muggle-born anyway. "But one of these days I'll be a legend. People like him will wish they'd never made fun of me."
"And thank you." She felt a twinge of pride that this girl thought her brave. Regina didn't seem like the sort to hand out compliments. Besides, she was happy to start a new conversation if it would take Regina's mind off of whatever was making her sad. It also meant that she had indeed heard the speech that Annabelle had given. "I try not to worry about people like that." Try. That was certainly the right word for it. It was impossible for her not to care about the harsh words of others. Perhaps she was easily-wounded,, but she figured that was better than not caring. She could not simply push everyone away. If the young socialite were to do something like that, she was certain that she'd find herself absolutely miserable.
Still, she did her best to justify ignoring the boy's words. "It's stupid anyway. That guy doesn't know me. I'd bet you anything by the time we graduate, I'll be a million times more powerful than he is." The brown-haired girl said this half out of spite toward the boy, but half out of genuine sincerity. Every since she had first set foot in this place, Annabelle Wolfe had been determined to do something great... to be something great. Every time a kid like that attacked her, it only made her more determined. And she had been ridiculed quite a bit.
Anna had learned of the rift between Pure-bloods and Muggles almost immediately after her arrival. It all seemed very silly to her. From what she had learned in class, a student's lineage had very little to do with their magical potential. Yet from the way some people here spoke, one would think that the magic inside of them was somehow diluted the further they strayed from the magical side of their family tree. That was, of course, absolutely ridiculous. Annabelle didn't have a single drop of wizard blood in her, yet here she was excelling at Hogwarts. Every time she was called "Mudblood" it only strengthened her resolve.
She wondered what Regina would think of the whole issue. From her noble stance and excellent handwriting, Anna's first thought was that she was most likely a Pure-blood. She had also gotten that impression from the way she acted as though she were above Annabelle, trying to shoo her away. That easily could have just been because she annoying her though. Though Regina had been insulting her, she had never resorted to using any slurs about her blood status. Perhaps that would not be such a huge issue here.
"I'm still getting used to this whole wizarding thing..." she admitted to her new companion. The girl could probably tell from the way she acted that she was Muggle-born anyway. "But one of these days I'll be a legend. People like him will wish they'd never made fun of me."
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