The Lions Like To Roar

[Hestia Fairchild]

May 29, 1887

Hestia was starting to truly worry about how much she seemed to be messing up when it came to making friends. She kept messing up, and it was truly embarrassing and sad. She didn't like it. She liked making friends, not making people mad at her.
She had been very careful recently, trying her hardest not to do something stupid. She was still a hyper child, it couldn't be helped, but she tried to be a lot more calm. She didn't like it, but she didn't want to mess up more. She wanted more friends.
She currently was trying to catch a letter that kept slipping from her hands. She had accidently dropped it, and it kept bumping from her hands and right back into the air. She was starting to get very annoyed. She hadn't had the best time paying attention, when she bumped into someone, and with a 'oof', they both fell down.

(OOC- Oh my gosh, I just remembered, isn't Cameron the one that she had ended up being right outside the  common room with?)
@'Cameron Gillenwater'