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after-hours-art · 1 month ago

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Cocoa with a little bit of love

Pairing: Blair Waldorf x f!reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentioning of ED (bulimia)

Blair's favourite season passed for sure when one November morning snow started falling down from the sky. Relatively bright day goes by with the aura of snowflakes lazily dancing in the air, getting stuck to hair, eyelashes, scarves, and coats of students of Constance and St Jude's as they are hurrying into the building away from minus temperatures. You, however, enjoy snow. Not the coldness itself, but for you, there's no better thing to do in winter than curl up in a blanket by the window with a good book in one hand and hot cocoa in another. As a matter of fact, you're sure maid at your apartment already settled such cosy space for you in the living room. Your daydreaming stops when suddenly sometimes hits your shoulder, almost knocking you off the stairs.

- Don't just stare into nowhere, Y/N. Someone might hurt you.

You smile under your nose, hearing the commanding voice of Blair's. Her dirty pink coat looks lovely with the navy scarf wrapped around her neck as she visibly shivers. You can't stop corners of your lips from lifting a little when few snowflakes tangle in her hair. God, she's so beautiful it hurts. You look at her, up and down. As much as you're sure those tights of hers are with warmers inside, you can't help but worry.

- You cold? - you ask. Blair looks at you as if you just offended her.

- No. I'm fine. M-move it. - she scoffs, rushing past you to get into the building. You shake your head and sigh, slowly following her inside.

You enter the girl's bathroom in a hurry. Last class's PE completely messed up your hair and makeup. Or maybe that's simply a karma that you got for being overcompetitive while playing volleyball? You sigh, brushing your hair, praying that you won't look like a mess for the rest of the day. After some fighting with wet from sweat hair, you manage to look decent. As you adjust your makeup, the bell rings. You groan and keep focusing on your ruined lipstick. You pop your lips a couple of times to spread lip gloss evenly when suddenly you hear disturbing noises from the last toilet cabin. I swallow nervously, not sure what to do. You step a little closer, your heartbeat increasing in anxiety. Not every day you heard someone throw up at school. You swallow nervously. Being a rather fearful person, you are reacting in crucial moments like accidents or emotional troubles aren't your strong front. You pack up your cosmetics to the small makeup bag and shove it in your school bag. Throwing up noises turn into sobs when you pick up courage to step closer to the cabin. You knock on the door.

- H-hey... you okay? - you ask hesitantly, not trying to imply anything. It could've just been someone feeling sick. Viruses are around it time of the year, aren't they?

- I'm fine. Go away.

Your eyes open wider when you recognise the voice from the other side of the cabin, despite how breathy and shaking it is at the moment. You take a deep breath and sit on the bathroom floor, your back against one of the toilet cabins.

- You're not okay... We can talk if you want to. - you say quietly, hoping that you'll be encouraging enough for her to open up. You hear the sound of water being flashed, followed by the girl sitting down on the other side of the door, her shoes hitting the stone floor. The bathroom falls silent for a longer while, interrupted only by quiet sobs of the girl.

- I told you that I'm fine. Go snoop in someone else's business. - her voice turns more harsh and demanding. The lock on the door clicks, and she steps out of the cabin. Her Hermes bag drops on the floor when she sees you sitting on the bathroom floor. Blair Waldorf in all her downfall - tears caused by forced vomiting ruined her foundation, her eyes are red as well as her cheeks.

- Y-Y/N... - she stutters. You look up at her, standing up from the floor. You've never seen her this broken. She looks like one of those porcelain dolls that will shatter the second you touch her.

- Blair... - you start gently, your voice unsure even more than hers. - Are you... okay?

You know she didn't have the best Thanksgiving. You were there to witness it yourself. Her father didn't come, and it hurted her enough that he and her mother divorced and he went to live with his male lover in France, but not coming to a holiday that she considered theirs really stung her delicate heart. As much as Blair refuses to admit it, she is one of the more vulnerable people in her friend circle.

- I'm fine. - she says and walks over to the mirror, taking a small toothbrush out of her makeup bag and brushing her teeth. As if she literally planned to return her lunch.

- Blair... - you say gently, but she ignores you. Pretending that you're not here is easier. Noone knew about her... issues. Well, Serena did. But then she decided to vanish to boarding school. Her mother knew too, yet she had too much on her plate with Waldorf Designs to address the issue in more ways than just providing therapy for her daughter. And it helped. For a while. Yet, every time she lost sense of control over the situation, her bulimic tendencies relapses. And right now... Blair Waldorf is out of control for past two weeks.

- I'm fine, Y/N. - she says, her voice slowly turning back to normal through it's still little horase. You walk up to her and put hand on her shoulder, carefully tucking lose hair behind her ear.

- Blair... wanna go to my place? - you ask hesitantly. Classes will be finished in two hours and... missing two classes isn't a crime. Still, she looks at you as if you suggested murder. That's no surprise, there's no more perfect student than Blair Waldorf at Constance. However, now she nods.

- Okay. This one time.

Ride to your apartment passes in silence. Neither you nor Blair say anything. She looks like a beaten up puppy, looking outside the window at the streets. Your fingers grip tighly on the edge of your skirt. You're so not good in all the emotional stuff yet your best friend needs you. The girl you... like needs you. You swallow your discomfort and finally manage to speak.

- You... do you want to talk about it? - you ask hesitantly, your eyes never leaving her. You feel your heart break for her, seeing her so different than usually. It is almost unnatural to see Blair struggle with something. She always seems so perfect and put together. Who would've guessed that it's only a facade that she puts up to cope with emotions?

- I don't... - she says. - And don't ask again. Today never happened.

You stare blankly at her, trying to understand why she's so harsh with you when you're trying to help. You reach your hand to her, resting it on her thigh. Soon her hand lands on yours, letting you gently squeeze her fingers in reassuring grip. You feel how cold her hands are, almost as cold as silver ring on her finger. She doesn't look at you, stubbornly keeping her gaze on the streets that your car passes. Fate wanted it, your driver took earlier turn making the ride longer. You keep your eyes on her, studying her features. Her deep brown eyes, her, now little fuzzy from humidity caused by snow, brown hair. Pink headband, innocently matching her winter coat. You fight the urge to kiss her, to pull her close and reassure her that she's perfect even when she trips. But you don't do anything, too afraid that you'll scare her off losing both - friend and secret crush.

Your maid - Celia - looks surprised seeing you home so soon yet she doesn't say anything. She already got on your mom's bad side for setting the table with wrong set for important event and since that she tried to keep away from troubles. Your family paid too much to lose this job. You hand her your coats.

- Come. I promise you'll like it. - you say, pulling unwilling girl behind you. You two make your way into the living room, greeted by huge dog. You smile when Blair let go of your hand and begin to pet the Weimaraner. You can't help but chuckle when your dog starts licking her face. He always liked her.

- Come on! - you smile, pulling now laughing Waldorf, to your cosy nook by the window. You invite her to sit on the couch by the window on fluffy white blanket.

- Wait here. - you say, and walk away. In the kitchen you start preparing your signature cocoa, a good quality cocoa powder with bit of cinnamon, orange aroma and marshmallows. With two mugs in hands you make your way back to the living room.

- What's that? - she asks hesitantly when you carefully hand her pink mug.

- Cocoa with a little bit of love. - you say, smiling. White and pink heart-shaped marshmallows float on the chocolate surface.

- Y/N... - she starts but seeing your stern glare, she shuts up.

- Blair. Please. I want to do something nice for you. And... and I don't know... I just guessed that you'd want some warmth. With... everything happening around last month. I didn't get to see you often and I meant to ask... how are you doing.

- Are you pretending because you saw me puke today? - she scoffs, not believing your intentions.

- What? No. No.

- Don't fool me, Y/N. You're not a minion. Nor we're super close in terms of friendship.

Your enthusiasm decreases a little. Accusations that you have underlying motive to get her to open up hurt.

- I'm not fooling you, Blair. - you start to defend yourself, sipping on your cocoa. - I'm honestly worried. Even before... bathroom thing. You became so much quieter this year. And since Serena left for boarding school. You're not that close with Nate anymore. Please. I want to help you. - you put hand over hers, praying that she won't pull away. And she doesn't. She looks like a kicked puppy.

- I'm not copying well. My mom didn't invite my dad for Thanksgiving. I... blew out of proportion and ate the whole pie. Like really... whole thing. I just... - she pauses and hesitantly takes sip of her beverage. - I lost control over everything. And what hurted the most was that I couldn't tell anyon-

- You could've tell me. - you interrupt her, squeezing her hand a little, your voice soaked with mix of honesty and desperation. Desperation to be the person she'd go for if she's sad, troubled, happy. To be her person.

She looks at you confused.

- I barely knew you then. I mean... less than over past three months, that's for sure.

- I... - you swallow realising that you're overstepping a boundary. You take a sip of you cocoa, marshmallows melting in your mouth.

- I wanted to be there for you I just didn't know how. - you admit after few moments of silence. Blair's gaze softens but only so little.

- It's fine. You wanted good. It's much better than anyone else did for me for the last months. - she says, taking a sip of cocoa. - With Serena gone and Nate acting... not like Nate, I actually felt lonely lately. So lonely, I considered venting to Chuck. - she chuckles at her own misery. You chuckle too, trying to fight off her bad mood with some humour. After all... grotesque exists for a reason. You smile at each other for a moment. You sigh, fighting the urge to cup her cheeks. She's so beautiful, perfect, and now is on your blanket at your home, sipping on your cocoa. Is it too much to ask to see her like that every day?

- I'll listen to you. - you say softly. - I promise. Whenever you need me, I'll be there. We can talk or not talk. I can .ake you cocoa or we can bake together. I don't want you to feel hopeless anymore. And I don't want you to force vomiting. It's not good for you. - you add. - You don't need to restrict food to look perfect, be approved by your mom and such. You're already a masterpiece and... if your mom can't see it, if Nate can't see it, then they both mist be blind. - you state confidently, putting your mug away. Blair's eyes shine with something. Something like hope mixed with tears. She rarely allowed herself to feel strong emotions, always trying to be in check. Yet now she lowered her guard down.

- Thanks, Y/N... - she says, finishing her cocoa, not admitting that it's the first sweet thing she had since that infamous Thanksgiving's pie. Nor she admits that she can taste love in it.

- You're welcome. Now talk... I want to hear it all. - you smile, resting against pillows. Blair smiles and sits next to you, her head resting on your shoulder. She starts hesitantly, not used to opening up, yet it takes only a few moments to let her story unfold. You listen to her, holding her hand the whole time, making mental notes on each thing.

The snow behind the window dances in the air, and the temperature inside the apartment keeps you both warm and cosy. Sun starts to set, even though it's merely 4pm, but that's the beauty of winter. You listen to Blair's venting for two hours now. Who would have thought that it would take two hours, 4 mugs of cocoa with marshmallows and a blanket in cosy nook to help someone settle with their emotions, even when you're not greatest supporter or not most sympathetic person?

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rom-e-o · 10 months ago

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Tumblr, I appreciate the very obvious advertising (love Hermes, and the Birkin and Constance are amazing), HOWEVER these bags are $5,000 to $22,000 a piece. Conservatively.

#imagine a hell where I buy an Hermes bag from a Tumblr ad

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bagsbusiness · 7 months ago

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Luxury Business: 5 Hermès Handbags That Are Worth the Investment

Hermès handbags are coveted for their impeccable craftsmanship, luxurious materials, and iconic status. But with price tags reaching stratospheric heights, are they truly a wise investment? The answer depends on the bag itself.

Remember that you can become an Hermès reseller and sell or buy your original Hermès handbags on Resellers Connector without commissions. Here's a breakdown of 5 Hermès bags to invest in this year (and some to potentially avoid):

Investment All-Stars:

The Birkin

The undisputed queen of Hermès bags to invest, the Birkin boasts a timeless design and legendary exclusivity. Made famous by Jane Birkin, these bags are crafted from various leathers and exotic skins. Classic colors like black, taupe, and navy in neutral leathers like Togo or Clemence are the most coveted and retain the highest resale value, sometimes even exceeding their original purchase price.

The Kelly

A close cousin to the Birkin, the Kelly features a structured silhouette and the iconic Kelly lock closure. Like the Birkin, classic colors and neutral leathers are the most investment-worthy. Vintage Kellys from specific eras, especially those in discontinued leathers or limited-edition hardware, can be particularly valuable. It’s an item currently on the hermes resale market.

The Constance

This elegant shoulder bag is a favorite for its functionality and understated luxury. Constances in neutral leathers and classic colors consistently perform well on the resale market, with some fetching over 120% of their original retail price.

The Picotin Lock

A more understated option, the Picotin Lock is a structured bucket bag with a distinctive lock closure. This bag is prized for its functionality and versatility. Neutral leathers and classic colors again reign supreme for resale value, making the Picotin Lock a sound investment for those seeking a more practical Hermès piece.

The Evelyne TPM

This crossbody bag is crafted from Epsom leather, known for its durability and scratch resistance. The Evelyne TPM is a popular choice for everyday wear due to its functionality and relaxed aesthetic. While not fetching the same resale prices as the Birkin or Kelly, well-maintained Evelyne TPMs in neutral colors still retain a significant portion of their original value.

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amourcerises · 5 months ago

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𝐴𝑚é𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑖

Amélia Constance Grimaldi, The Princess of Monte Carlo, she's a 25 years old young woman with a brilliant mind. Born in a small independent city-state on the Mediterranean coast of France called Monte Carlo, Ever since Hollywood star and Hitchcock blonde Grace Kelly married Prince Rainier III and became a Princess herself, the Monaco Royal Family has had a reputation for being one of the most glittering and glamorous in Europe. Indeed, the House of Grimaldi is one of wealthy It girls, fashion plates, cover stars and athletes, from Princess Caroline to her daughter Amélia Constance Grimaldi, the family boast style maven status.

Everyone says that Amélia is a faithful copy of her grandmother, Grace Kelly. Even thought they didn't meet the girl Amélia always saw her as a inpiration, Amélia had a luxury warm childhood, growing up in the epitome of elegance she always had sense of style, when Amélia was 3 years old she stared playing tennis just for fun and in that fun she found passion, ambition determination, was like a first love for Miss Grimaldi, so since then she has spent years dedicating herself to the best tennis academies in France, her personal couch is Rafael Nadal since she was 12 years old, the Spanish professional tennis player who is considered one of the greatest tennis players of all time due to his 22 grand slams, and he built her to be the best in the world like himself.

At age of 17, the blonde etheral girl was already in the court on tour around the world, Amélia is number 1 in the WTA ranking since then, she used to spent hours and hours every day during her childhood and adolescence dedicating herself to the sport she loves so much, always winning golden trophies and satisfaction for herself, Amélia achieved her goal with so much grace and with her aggressiveness, caution, strategies in her skills, Amélia constantly won against huge names in the world of tennis, she always brings fashion to the court, the last Grand Slam she won, she was wearing a black tennis dress with lace and full of Swarovski diamonds and wearing the Van Cleef necklace, and that was enough for everyone talk about for months and vogue Interview her after the game to ask about it like every time she's on court, Amélia is also an ambassador for Hermes, she has a huge collection of bags and the brand itself has already made a expensive luxury bag and put her name on it.

Amélia Constance Grimaldi is certainly one of the greatest inspirations of admiration for all girls and the desire of many, the princess is a legend in the sport when people think of tennis they think of her because she is so respected and kind the kindness never leaves her side and her smile , Amélia has always grown up in the spotlight of fame but every day it seems to grow more, and when she's not on the court the It girl is at the Royal House of Monaco spending time with the people she loves or at parties in ibiza with her close friends, but she also spend time spending her fortune on luxury cars, Amélia's gulity pleasure, she has always been obsessed with cars, as a child she constantly went on stage with her mother to honor the winners of the Monaco Grand Prix, she met several legends of motorsport and witnessed several moments in the sport and that was where her passion for it began, she is a forza ferrari girl till death, but at the end of the day Amélia always finds herself on her yacht with her name written reading a book while watching the sunset happy and satisfied that she's living her best life.

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specializingalice · 24 days ago

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Hermes Birkin Bags: The Ultimate Symbol of Luxur

The Hermes Birkin bag stands as the ultimate luxury statement. Expertly crafted from premium leather and luxurious materials, each Birkin is a masterpiece of design. Its spacious interior and refined shape, combined with signature hardware, make it both practical and a highly coveted symbol of status and exclusivity in the fashion world.

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dianahastings · 2 years ago

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#hermès #hermes #constance #bag

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mrs-trophy-wife · 1 year ago

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thekims4 · 1 year ago

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Daily Lookbook #59

Hair / Skin 1, 2, 3 / Eyebrows / Eyes / Eyelids / Eyeliner / Blush / Lips

Clothing - Top

Filter Top @plbsims

Gisele Jacket @3dmuhari

Cashmere Coat & Turtleneck @rimings

V-Neck Printed Sweater @rimings

Printed Hoodie @chloem-sims4

Turtleneck And Oversized Shirt @charonlee

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Attentionrow For Women Cargo Pants @charonlee

Mai Pants @serenity-cc

Blake Jeans @amelylinaa

Valentine Pants @missvalentine142

Queencard Pants @plbsims

Mid-Rise Bike Shorts @rimings

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Bold Circle Earrings @gorillax3-cc

C Bold Earring @rimings

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Zinare Earrings @suzuesims

Croll Necklace @enriques4

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Motive Rings @christopher067

Brigadeiro Nails @candysims4

Cross Bag @rimings

Hermes Constance Bag @bergdorfverse

Prada Crystal Re Edition Bag @bergdorfverse

Valentino One Stud Nappa Bag @bergdorfverse

Wrinkled Socks @eunosims

Shoes

Basic Slip-on @mmsims

Low Top Leather Sneaker @jius-sims

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emrataoutfits · 1 year ago

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@emrata / New York City / October 17, 2023.

Wearing:

@yves_salomon Tie Waist Patent Leather Trench Coat - Brown ($2,350) Not Available!

@therealdvf Sheska Dress - Black ($398)

@piferi Nadia 100mm Knee High Boots ($796)

@miumiu Wander Matelassé Nappa Leather Mini Hobo Bag - Black ($2,750)

@hermes Constance 24 Bag - Black/Gold Hardware ($22,500)

@vogueeyewear VO55135 - Black ($99)

@vertigo_nyc Baby Red Sea Medallion ($140)

- Picture's belong to their respective owners!

#emily #ratajkowski #emrata #emily ratajkowski #model

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moongurl95 · 2 years ago

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Chapter 3 – The morning of your very first day...

“Oh? You cut your hair?”

“It was burned at the ends… sir.”

“Well, it still suits you.” A warm smile from this strange man, claiming to now be her guardian after— “Now, are you ready to learn more about magic?”

“Astonishing! I’ve never heard of someone so young take to Occlumency as quickly as you have! And with the speed you’ve been absorbing our lessons, you’ll be able to catch up with the rest of your peers in no time.”

“Here, take this.”

“What is it, professor?”

“Since you’ve mentioned encountering… resistance when trying Legilimency, I thought this might help.”

A journal?

“It’s already a rare occurrence to efficiently wield both Occlumency and Legilimency, but I theorize that the only thing keeping you from honing the latter is your innate ability to compartmentalize your emotions.”

Silence.

“What I’m trying to say is, write something about your day, a form of self-reflection. Perhaps, before you’re able to read others, you might have to read into yourself first.”

“I worry though Professor… If I read too much into myself… I might end up losing to the very emotions I’ve… innately compartmentalized.”

Beatrice woke up from the rays of sun reflecting off her window. It was quiet, she noticed as she pulled back her bed curtains and slowly got off bed.

Looks like everyone’s gone, noting how her roommates were no longer in their beds, she decided to prepare herself for the day before spotting a note tucked in-between the closet she had moved her uniforms.

Hope you don’t mind we let you sleep in. I’ll stop by to wake you up in case you read this late! -S

P.S. I let Hermes out since he was getting antsy when I woke up. -C

Grateful for their consideration, Beatrice started her day with a smile.

Heading to the Common room proved to be quite the sight for Beatrice— It was one thing to have seen it at night, but now it exuded sheer elegance under the light of day. She was just about to head into the main sitting area when she had spotted Everett.

“Hope you’re not too nervous on your first day. Most of the professors here are firm but fair.” He’d laughed good-naturedly after having just thrown a Dungbomb down the opposite lobby. Beatrice would take his word for it but didn’t stick around long to take in the pungent fumes.

She was then greeted by hushed whispers upon entering the main sitting area, “I wonder where she’s from?” Came a mere curious question from one corner.

“Must be… hard— starting school as a fifth-year.” A snicker, as if her being sorted into Ravenclaw would end up being a disadvantage to her fellow Housemates.

It was times like these that Beatrice was thankful that she’d yet to grasp Legilimency, lest she be hearing more “thoughts” other than ones spoken voluntarily.

Spotting the reflective light bouncing off a telescope, she came closer to greet Amit, seeing him proved to be more insightful as he happily shared the view from his lens, “Astronomy is required for all fifth-years, you’ll surely be enthralled with the tower. Plus, with a quality telescope, you’ll get to see constellations you’ve never even dreamed of!”

Satisfied with having exchanged pleasantries with some of her housemates, Beatrice was all too relieved to spot Samantha as she fretted over a pot of Dittany, “Great golden gobstones! I sure hope you’ll be able to thrive here.”

“Golden gobstones sure sound great!” Beatrice greeted as she came closer.

“My own little expression.” Samantha smiled upon seeing her, “I was just about to check on you after this. Oh! Here, I brought this up for you.” She said, handing Beatrice a paper bag. “Can’t start classes on an empty stomach for your first day.”

“I— can’t thank you enough, Samantha. You’ve been very nice to me.” Beatrice smiled, delighted even more to pull out a blueberry muffin from inside the bag.

“Don’t mention it. I’ve only ever grown up with brothers and well… Constance just teases me whenever I “mother” her, so she says. I— hope I don’t come off as a busybody…” Samantha trailed off, shyly focusing on her Dittany pot now.

“I think it’s rather sweet of you.” The same aftertaste from Beatrice’s first bite of the muffin, matching her next words, “Like how much healing can be found in a small pot of Dittany, a little act of kindness can go a long way. You shouldn’t feel burdened for being kind, Samantha.”

She was met with a dazed, almost surprised look, before Samantha smiled graciously, “Seems like someone’s been studying up on their potion-making.” Her tone warm and teasing now.

“Professor Fig did actually teach me about Wiggenweld before term.” Beatrice replied halfway through with her muffin.

“Ah your mentor turned guardian, I heard…” Samantha thoughtfully said, now having finally decided on a place for her potted plant. “An enigma, that Fig, teaches theory yet seems to know a lot about practical Magic.”

Almost choking on her last bite, Beatrice reached for the pitcher of water nearby before she could reply, “He does know a great deal about— different forms of Magic.” She coughed in-between her words, making Samantha worriedly pat at her back.

“Well, nothing like putting all you’ve learned to the test.” Seeing how Beatrice calmed down from her sudden coughing fit, she then asked, “Care to walk to our first class together?”

Before Beatrice could agree however, one of their male housemates called out none-too kindly, “Hey there, new Ravenclaw! Professor Weasley is looking for you just outside. You best not keep her waiting.”

It was Samantha who frowned on her behalf, grumbling about Mahendra Pehlwaan and his sneering attitude. Beatrice could only shrug it off to her rather unsavory arrival to last night’s Feast, but waved good-naturedly at Samantha, “I’ll see you in our first class then.”

“I’ll see you at Charms, don’t get lost!” She waved back, watching her go.

It was a nice feeling to make good friends.

next chapter ⤜⤏

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