The Encounter (Ariane)

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Grace was done with her classes and after a long first day, she needed some rest. She headed down the hall and into the Student Lounge. There was a blazing fire and a few students here and there doing homework or reading. Grace grabbed an empty chair and looked around. She didn't see anyone who would look like a first year there. She gave a sigh and dug through her bag to find a text book and some parchment. She began working on her Potions homework. She had to right a detailed essay about the potion they saw. Luckily, the professor went easy on them. He only wants it to be one paragraph. Whew!

It took her about ten minutes. Writing came naturally to her. She put her things away and waited for the parchment to dry. She looked up to see a girl walk in with a Slytherin robe on. She looked like a first year, but Grace wasn't sure. She didn't say anything though. Maybe the girl didn't see her so maybe, she wouldn't be mean to her. Most Slytherins were mean. She was also a muggle born. If any Slytheirns found out, they'd e really harsh to her and any other muggle born out there.


She quickly grabbed a book and covered her face acting like she was reading it. It was, The Muggle Who Became A Witch. It was a good book. She got to chapter 10 in one day! She thought the girl could relate to her. Being a muggle and then, finding out you were a witch! She looked at the girl again. She was still there. Grace sighed and began reading.

[ariana]

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Ariane placed her bag at the end of her bed as she slipped to sit on the soft mattress. Laying down on her back for a moment Ariane closed her eyes and concentrated on a point in the middle of the forehead as she controlled her breathing to make sure it was slow and even as she took deep breaths. Ariane couldn’t say that she hated this school. She didn’t. Hating would take too much emotion and Ariane wouldn’t spend it on Hogwarts. But she disliked it. Disliked most of the teachers and despised the mudbloods and halfblood freaks accepted into the school. Blood traitors however were the worst. So the momentary peace and quiet in her dormitory while she meditated for a couple of minutes was just what she needed to unwind. Ariane didn’t allow herself to rest like this for long though. She was a Dianne and therefore she was above the chatter of the school, so why let it get to her?

Standing up Ariane slipped into her free time clothes. Which actually meant a pair of crème pants and a white-yellow top. And her Slytherin robe thrown over her shoulders to keep her from getting chilly. She might as well get a head start on Charms homework, because if she did it now she would have the weekend free. With this thought kept in her mind Ariane found everything she would need for the essay and set out of the dormitory. The common room was starting to fill with students already so Ariane simply swept through it without a backwards glance. Too crowded to do her homework in peace. Ariane moved quickly down the hallways having to squint for the briefest moment when she stepped out from the comforting shadows of the dungeons to the brightly lit hall as she made her way towards the Student Lounge.

It was habited by a few people here and there, but nothing too over-bearing. She could work with this. Ariane chose a free table a little bit away form everyone else and started to work. Even though she could not do even that without being interrupted. Her neck prickled at the neck-line and Ariane simply knew that there was someone observing her. She could almost sense it. Peeking around from under lowered lashes Ariane came to the conclusion that the only other first year – one of those Hufflepuffs – was the one staring at her. Being a trifle irritated by it, Ariane turned her head and smiled angelically at the girl. “While I know, I’m pretty I think I will give you a piece of free advice so take it. Before you start drooling and look like a complete idiot while staring at me – go jump off a tower-top.” Ariane sneered at the girl and placing her quill back at the piece of parchment before her continued her essay. Ariane knew perfectly well that there charms placed around the towers so students couldn’t commit suicide while jumping off them. But she would be glad if the girl was placed in detention for ever as the same wards alerted all teachers hen someone tried. And she really hated being stared at.

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Grace was shocked at what the girl had said. She wasn't technically staring at her. She was just looking. And, she wasn't pretty. She was mean. She was a Slytherin. "So-sorry." she stammered back at the girl. "In case you want to report me, my name is Grace Column, first year Hufflepuff," she sighed. She always did this. The girl probably wasn't going to turn her in. She just wanted to let her know her name. Grace looked at the clock. It was 7:13pm. Dinner was at 8:00pm. She usually went to bed at 9:30 at her house. She looked at the girl and sneered at her behind her back. She continued reading her book. Then, knowing that the girl had probably glanced at her and saw the title, se probably knew shew as a muggle born. She didn't care. At least she thought. But if the girl started teasing her, she would.

She was on chapter 11 in her book finally. It was good. She only had three more chapters to go. She was happy. The girl looked like she was writing. She wanted to ask for her name just so she'd know it. But, she was afraid. Maybe she should write her a note. No, it would make her look weired. Passing a note in an UN-supervised zone where people could talk. "What's your name?" she finally managed to get out. She waited for the girls response, putting her book away. Maybe she had miss judged Slytherins. Maybe she was nice? Yeah right! But hey, it was worth a shot.

Grace saw that her parchment was dry, so she put it in her paper organizer and tucked it back in her bag. She wasn't used to writing with quills. In muggle schools, they write with pencils. Pencils were much easier. The girl still hadn't replied. So, Grace just sat there, waiting and watching the fire and listening to the rain pound on the roof.

[ariana]

Ariane smirked lightly at the girl as she stammered an apology. Most of this school seemed to lack a spine. Ariane sometimes wondered if it was the mistake of not being a proper pureblood, having less than suitable upbringing or just not being in a wrong house. But this – the way they immediately resumed their place if you told a harsher word was pitiful. Just like house-elves. People who didn’t have the guts to fight for their beliefs and freedom didn’t deserve those things. Not that this girl ever really had any sort of respectable basis to start on. But there were enemies you could respect. People who were below you, who still have some value as a personality. Yet those people were rare to come by. Most weren’t able to balance their lives to live in a way someone could admire, no matter what they chose to do with their living days.

Grace Column. Stammering wasn’t very graceful. Even if it was good the girl recognized that she had pushed past her boundaries. But the name didn’t ring any bells so Ariane doubted she was anyone of importance, or knew anyone of importance in the magical world. So she opted to just ignore the Hufflepuff. Scribbling down the correct wand movement to her essay Ariane wasn’t able to enjoy peace for long again. The girl talked to her again. Standing up Ariane walked to the window and opened it summoning her owl quickly. “Grace Column, a Hufflepuff first year, seems to have problems respecting the importance of studying and with her incessant speaking is bothering other students who are trying to finish their homework. I am afraid it is caused by some severe trauma to her head, that should perhaps be checked by the psychiatrists in St.Mungo’s, as not everyone might not be as understanding about this as I am, despite the way I’m disrupted from concentrating on my Charms essay. Your’s sincerely, Ariane Phyllis Dianne,” Ariane quoted the note she scribbled down softly so the girl could hear. She hadn’t really wanted to tell her name to the girl, but she couldn’t really not do it either. She wasn’t afraid signing her own note after all.

“Take it to professor Snape,” Ariane told her owl stroking it’s head fondly for a moment before the proud bird took flight. Ariane closed the window again and returned to her seat while offering Grace an almost kind smile, “Oh, I’m sorry. Is there anything else wrong with you that I should have let professor Snape know about?”

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Grace looked down at her feet. She felt bad and rejected. Grace gathered up her stuff and was headed to the common room. Where people didn't make fun of her. "No, there is nothing else... Some manners you have." Grace replied npt caring about her own manners as much as the girls. "Why do Slytherins have to be so mean?" she thought to herself. She sat back down and said, "I have an adult I can write to too. Professor Sprout!" she protested back. Then, she got back up and was heading out.

She walked out of the door with a tear streaming down her cheek. If only her parents were in Hogwarts, they could have told her about how cruel poeple are and prepare her. If Only...

((OOC: Sorry it's short and also, if you want to end the post we can, if not I could come back in the room and say something. I know it's early to end it, but I didn't knwo another way to respond rather then just leaving. But if you want to continue, we can!))

[dana]

((I enjoyed the post while it lasted, but we can finish it now easily. Ariane is a rather difficult character to socialize with anyway. We can always have an other go when we feel like it.))