Post by VICTOIRE LUNE WEASLEY on Jun 17, 2023 19:18:10 GMT
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Vee's wand whipped directly in front of the other girl's nose. "Want to try that again? Or do you want to see what I learned over the summer with my uncles?" she quipped, staring down the tip of her wand and glaring at the student. "V-Vee," she stammered, slowly backing away until it was safe enough to outright flee. Vee tucked her wand back into the depths of her sleeve. Something about putting a Hufflepuff brat in her place felt good. Probably not the best indication of a model student, but she was young and would have plenty of time to learn the error of her ways. If someone told her that she would do a one-eighty and become Head Girl in just a few years, she wouldn't believe it for a moment. It hadn't been a smooth transition adopting her new nickname. What had started as a desire to be different had become integrated into her identity. Most people took the change well, even if it meant a few blunders before committing to memory. That was to be expected, and it was mostly on the part of the older students. There were still a few student in her own year and incoming first years that tried to make a mockery of her chosen name. Most of the time, that could be easily fixed with a few well placed threats or jinxes. She didn't always win the fight and become quite skilled at lying about where a new scrape or bump had come from. Her poker face had become second to none after many conversations with the school nurse. The September sun beamed down on the grounds, forcing Vee to shield her eyes as she surveyed the courtyard around her. Most of the students had lost interest in the new environment and had receded to the castle, where far more mysteries awaited than a mere cobblestone landing. She had already spent a year exploring the inner workings of the castle, but it held no secrets she was interested in finding. A few of the ornate benches were occupied with chattering duos and trios. None of them paid her any attention and the few that glanced her way immediately went back to their prior interactions. The day was cool and breezy, so it was time to set up shop with a good book. Siberius would be very upset that the routine was out of order, but she would simply make sure to give him extra attention during their usual evening fireside read. It had become part of her daily ritual almost from day one of her time at Hogwarts, giving her her own little fortress of fantasy away from the gawking stares and murmurs. Even when those finally fixed down, the tradition didn't. Vee had finally decided on a stone bench with a small decorative tree casting a little shade over the bench as it swayed to the wind's melody. Before she could even take a step in that direction, she felt something barrel into her from the side. She staggered clumsily, tripping over the hem over her robes and only just managing to catch herself. A flurry of French and English swear words that would make both of her parents blush escaped from gritted teeth. "Oi!" she barked, the tendrils of her inherited Veela rage sinking their way into her bloodstream and making her cheeks burn with indignation. "What the bloody 'ell was zat for?" Well, she had never been know for inheriting her mother's etiquette. first post woo! |
i'll always take the harder road