Winter Breeze and Dampened Knees

[Holly Scrimgeour]

Word Count: 309 | Tag: @'Acacia Ruskin'/@'Luce Faucher-De Loncrey' | Date: November 02, 1887
School was a double-edged sword for the young Slytherin, or at least it was turning out to be. While she loved learning and exploring new subjects, the Slytherin dormitories didn't have the same luxuries her own bedroom had to offer — not to mention that the school staff treated her like she was equals to the stupid poor students and mudbloods.

Holly also had a difficult time adjusting to the fact that her peers — no matter how dirty their blood was or what rags they wore during their free time — were considered her peers and not her inferiors on school grounds. That meant getting along with them, or at least being civil with them so she could get her schoolwork done. She'd done well at being nice with some of them, but others (like the annoying Claire de Luna) proved far more difficult to get along with.

There was a popular spot in the school courtyard where many of the first years gathered to study, and with the first half of their school year coming to an end soon, she wanted to be prepared for any upcoming tests. Clad in school robes and a very heavy cloak made of real beaver fur, Holly wandered into the courtyard and took a seat next to a familiar-looking Hufflepuff.

"It's you! Oh - er - what's your name again?" She knew Luce was the girl's first name, but her name was something French and difficult to remember. "Anyways, what did you get for number five on the herbology assignment?" she asked curiously, beginning to open her textbook as she took a seat on the cold ground. She flinched as the dampness from the melted snow seeped into her robes, but realized magic could be used to dry it (probably with the help of a professor or older student) once she wanted to go back indoors.

  

[Luce Faucher-De Loncrey]

Hogwarts was a lovely and wonderful place that Luce was eager to learn at. Though missing her friends and family at home, the young Hufflepuff was eager to meet new ones here. Homesickness did plague her and it was something that she worked through every day. Though writing letters to her loved ones, it was not the same as seeing them on a regular basis. Still, she did not let this get in the way of her school work.

Not fully knowing how to act around those of lesser class then her, it did bring her hesitation on her efforts to make friends. More for the sake of worry of saying something wrong and offending someone. It did help that she was in the house of Hufflepuff. Her fellow house mates did tend to be very helpful, and it was a welcome fact for her. Wishing to make many friends in her time in this school, she didn't let status faze her, wanting to show others that she was a welcoming young woman, and hoping that it would lead her to many connections and friendships when she became a woman.

Wearing a cloak given to her by the mother that was never in her life, it was a strange feeling for Luce. She did not know how to feel towards her mother, or any gifts that were sent to her from the woman. Her Uncle and Aunt were a constant in her life, and proved to care for her much more that she ever had. Still, it was a beautiful pair of gifts. The cloak was a welcome source of warmth, and did complement the accessory in her hair rather nicely. Her cloaks warmth did help her to pay attention as she studied for class, which was quite welcome.

Noticing the Slytherin who sat next to her, she wasn't too surprised by the presence or Miss Scrimgeour. However, she was surprised by the quick questions from the Slytherin, though she felt that perhaps it was a given, knowing the Slytherin house was known for being cunning and clever. "I am Miss Faucher-De Loncrey. And I was just getting to that question, personally. Do you have an answer yet?" She kindly stated. Noticing the Slytherin's slight flinch, she understood the feeling. It felt quite uncomfortable on the cold ground, but Luce was at least slightly adjusted to it from a longer time sitting in her spot.

Cloak & Hair Accessory.

  

[Holly Scrimgeour]

Word Count: 342 | Tag: @'Luce Faucher-de Loncrey' | Date: November 02, 1887
Holly prided herself in her ambition and cunning, though she believed that other students were wrong when they automatically made assumptions about the students in her house. Perhaps the stereotypes did apply for Holly, for the young girl was not the kindest in the year, but she surely was one of the more resourceful!

However, Holly didn't regularly go around plotting the others students' demises. She liked to get along with people, no matter how fake that friendship might be in the short-term. She liked talking and she liked socializing and she liked being liked — at least by the people she respected. She didn't care if the poor mudblood Miss de Luna liked her, but she did care that girls like Seneca liked her.

Holly was aware that Miss Faucher-de Loncry was an upper class girl and was likely to go onto be a socialite (if she didn't return to France in adulthood). Holly thought that was well enough to warrant a happy smile and friendly attitude towards the girl. She didn't have to be best buddies with her, but she could prove that she had an ounce of kindness in her body (because she did, no matter others' opinions)!

"Of course I don't have an answer, silly!" she responded, adding a little giggle in for kicks. "That's why I've come to ask you. Herbology isn't my strongest subject, but I usually do well with the help of others. Us girls must help one another out, right?" she explained, not allowing her smile to damper. She would get an answer out of this girl if she had to pry it from her lips, she'd decided.

"Do you like Herbology? I was going to try to find Miss Calla Potts—" She believed that was the other Hufflepuff's real name rather than the 'Pippy' nickname she'd dubbed her as. "—but I think she's practicing quidditch. She's the best with Herbology!" Holly wanted to figure out what Miss Faucher-de Loncrey's best classes were; from there, she'd know who to track down if she needed assistance.