Care and Concern

[Helga Scamander]

Open to a debutante ages 17-22!

Parties were always interesting enough, thought the young herbologist as she circled the ballroom. She wore a lovely pale purple gown and matching accessories, though she firmly believed that her appearance didn't compare to some of the costume-clad ladies. She had debuted, but she was not a debutante. Her purpose in life was not to be a pretty little wife; she had dreams and goals she wanted accomplish.

Everything had seemed calm, her eyes ever so often glancing back to look where her brother had been standing. He'd accompanied her to the ball under her parents' advisement, though she was quite confident that he was already bored. At the young age of twenty five, he had little need for these events — he was still a bit young to marry.

Her attention was brought from her brother and onto a commotion that seemed to begin across the ballroom. Two gentleman were yelling at each other while a young lady cried beside them. The alarmed Hufflepuff graduate slowly moved in their direction as other eyes watched. She stopped when she was a solid ten feet away from the spot where they argued, her forehead creased in concern.

It was over before something even started. The two men got out of each others faces and walked in opposite directions, leaving the young lady all by herself. Helga approached her.

"Are you alright, Miss?" she asked in concern, her hand gently resting on the sobbing woman's arm. She trying to peek from an angle to catch the woman's gaze. "What happened? Did someone hurt you?" she continued to ask, hoping the woman would respond.