Snow-white rain (in the bleak midwinter) pv maisie

Slowly drifting on the never-ending stream of unconsciousness, the raven was deep within that particular state of semi-slumber where she could hear and feel the world around her, yet her body felt detached from herself. A moment she had often experienced during those endless nights spent eyes wide opened, trying to force herself into the realm of morpheus. It felt like growing wings and soaring through the skies, rising like smoke curls and twists. The raven suddenly sensed another presence entering the area, and her eyes fluttered open just before a brown haired girl walked in, carrying with her a deep aura of a warm buttercup color. She appeared like the type of person to spark smiles wherever she stepped by her enthusiasm, as if butterflies accompanied her wherever she stepped.

"Elena?"

Realizing her current position, Elena detached herself from the wall, stretching slightly before smiling at the newcomer. In other circumstances she might have wondered if the girl was here for her, but the abandoned staircase was so deeply buried within the castle it seemed unlikely she was here by chance and hasard. Plus, the raven was the only other breathing creature here, and the girl was pointing those deep chocolate eyes right at her. "Hi," she beamed, tilting her head slightly to the left.

"I don't mean to be bothering you, but I made you this. I was knitting for all the Ravenclaw prefects as a kind of 'thank you' and, well, this one is for you."

Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to make out where this conversation was headed, unsure if she should recognise the girl or not. Upon seeing her fetch something in her bag and handing it to her, the very same eyebrows shot upwards, as her mouth dropped. "For me ?" She repeated, incredulous, as a childish grin started to spread on her rose lips. Not wasting a second, she delicately took the crafted object, marveling at the intricate woven pattern. The color was the specific tint of her favourite hue of blue, and the specks of freckles scattered alongside the threads made it even more perfect.

"Really ?" She asked, looking back at the incredibly generous stranger standing before her. "I-", she stammered, looking back and forth, as the grin only spread, "I don't know what to say, it looks gorgeous."

This girl must have been an disguised angel sent to spread smiles and cheer, there was no other solution. Truly impressed by the sheer kindness she possessed, Elena titled her navy eyes back at her, hands brushing gently the soft wool. "I deeply apologise, but I don't recall your name ?"

Hands buried deep within the soft, dreamy wool, Elena had issues connecting her neurones back to reality. The situation felt quite surreal, and as she was previously drifting between consciousness and slumber, this whole interaction being a mere product of her imagination was not completely impossible.

Indeed, a shy, sweet girl whom she had never met before was currently standing before her as though sent from heavens above, offering an item that — despite their acquaintance having never occurred — seemed crafted specifically for the honey haired raven. Not only was it her favourite colour, but it was the specific hue of that very same colour, and silver stars were woven through the material.

Surreal.

"It's perfect," she blurted out in response to the other's babillage, "truly... perfect." Not wasting a second, she quickly wrapped her new favourite scarf around her neck, the smooth and thick textile molding itself to the curves of her throat, falling in a gentle wave on her shoulders. "Perfect," she repeated, fighting the urge to squirm happily from the agreeable sensation.

Her smile faltered as the lovely girl — Maisie — explained they had transfiguration together, meaning the raven should have recalled at the very least seeing her once or twice. "Truly sorry," she frowned, sheepish, "I have an awful time remembering faces." And names, that is. Stars above, why is my memory so selective. The moonchild could perfectly recite, sometimes up to the comma, books she had only read a few times ; she could name all of the constellations depicted on the nightsky ; had no issues recalling lessons she had just heard ; and yet. And yet she could converse with someone for an entire week and not recognise them the next day. Alright, I'm exaggerating a bit, I admit. Though the reality is not that truly far.

"That is such a sweet initiative," she smiled in response, before nodding aggressively. "I love it." Her eyebrows creased into a frown upon hearing her next question. The only tangible reply she could think of was the common room, but if Maisie had come all this way to find her it must mean she had already tried this option. "Around the prefect's bathroom ?" she ventured, unsure. "We don't exactly have ralliaments areas, it would depend on each prefect. I'm only truly familiar with Aston, and I think you could perhaps find him around the quidditch or the duelling area ?"