One Of Those Days//Caitria

[GENEVIEVE FAWCETT]

Genevieve pursed her lips to block back the groan that was trying to escape. She had been glaring at her Potions book for the last however long, and her brain simply refused to cooperate. This was unusual for her, the one with too much focus to even deal with. It was just one those days.

She leaned her elbow on the table, propped her chin in her hand and heaved a deep sigh. These library walls were starting to bore her, which was saying a lot. She had spent too much time in here, pouring over books that she didn't even have to read most of the time. And she used to adore reading, but even that was becoming tainted. She hated it. The tedious routine she had set up for herself. To stay out of trouble, to be safe, not to attract any attention that might harm her in the end. But even that got dangerous in itself. Not to anyone else, naturally. And not to her physical sense. But her mental state felt like it was ever so slowly deteriorating with all this intense levels of nothingness

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The groan turned into a growl and this time forced itself out as she leaned back in her chair and pushed her textbook away from her in disgust. Of course, it had to collide with her messenger back, which flew off the other side of the table and slammed to the library floor, arousing more attention than she would've liked. Lowering her eyes to avoid the stares from fellow students, she rose and rounded the table to retrieve her bag, and the contents that had escaped from it. Just as she reached for a scroll, a pair of feet were walking by and forced to side-step for fear of tripping over her. "Oh I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed as default, looking up to see if it was someone she should actually have avoided altogether.[/blockquote]

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{ooc: sorry this is complete rubbish. =/ }

[CAITRIA O'FARLEY]

Ah… for her own taste, Caitria was spending far too much time cooped up in the library. One could think she had turned into a Ravenclaw with all the efforts she was putting into her studies lately, burying herself in books instead of spending the time outside like she loved to. But then, her own vulnerability these days had brought the uncanny side-effect of wanting to overcompensate, like someone allowing himself one dire weakness but being rigid about everything else. The constant studying also helped her with not thinking too much, having her thoughts running in always the same old circles: What would happen, if she was found out… what would happen to her family, if someone somehow tracked them down… they had no idea how to defend themselves, even though she had let them in on the risks. Well, not all of them obviously, else she would have never made it back to Hogwarts without breaking a few heavy chains first. Her parents just might not understand her need to throw herself smack into the danger, just because she didn’t want herself to be dictated by new and cruel laws.

So yes, she had found herself in here yet again, walking past all those studious students sitting at tables and brooding over their books. Two thirds of them must be Ravenclaws judging by their uniforms, and the whole area had an almost reverent silence about itself, and if someone sneezed or coughed, you could BET at least three pairs of eyes would dart up to the culprit and give him the stare of death – basilisk eyes were nothing compared to the glare of an unruly disturbed Ravenclaw! These observations alone made her staying here almost bearable, and more than once Caitria could feel her old self rattling at the iron bars she had put before it to keep it in check. What, for example would happen, if someone just… disregarded the unwritten rule of silence and started to have a normal conversation here. Would she die of poisonous stares or would people eventually… just let it go, accept it, and would this eventually turn the library into a place full of talking? Maybe it only was so silent, because no one wanted to be the first to dare and do it!

But before she could maybe put these thoughts into action and cause some riot she didn’t need at all for now, she had to unexpectedly side-step (or rather side-stagger) a student that got up from her table without looking. Really Caitria wasn’t the most graceful person that ever walked the earth, and due to her lack of training, even her kickboxing reflexes were a little off. They prevented her from stumbling fully at least, so that was something.
“No matter!”, she whispered and helpfully bent down to be on one level with the girl. Her eyes scanned her briefly and suddenly caught on the girl’s hand, where the fine outline of a distinctive scar could be seen. A scar that were words, just like her own hand sported one. ‘I shall not throw fits before superiors’ – wow, that one was nice. Whatever monster Dumbbridge had been, she had found an uncanny way to turn people’s hands into nothing short of business cards. “Glad you’re not throwing a fit for me NOW”, she teased with a wink, jerking her head towards the scar. “Though that would require for me to be a superior… and I have my doubts with that. It’s always nice to meet a Scar Sister.” Like a peculiar way of greeting, she presented her own hand to the girl, back outward, so she could read what was written on there: ‘I shall not mock my superiors’.

[GENEVIEVE FAWCETT]

Genevieve was relieved the minute she locked eyes with the girl. She appeared to be around Gena's age, and moreover looked more or less harmless. Moreover, the student bent down to help, whispering a friendly: “No matter!” Genevieve whispered back her thanks as she scrambled to pick up the rest of her things amidst the slowly dwindling pairs of eyes around them. She chanced a glance at the girls' robes, seeing the Hufflepuff emblem stitched to one side of it. She smirked. Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaws' didn't quite get along too swimmingly, but Genevieve had never had a problem with the students from that house. After all, the sorting hat had said it might've been a better choice for her than Ravenclaw. That moment seemed so long ago now to this proud Ravenclaw. Well, proud enough.

"I should really not become so excited about learning. Honestly, it just gets to me sometimes." she directed the smirk at the girl. It wasn't a 'new-Gena' thing to say, but occasionally her humourous side just forced itself out, as if getting sudden bursts of cabin fever trapped inside her head.

“Glad you’re not throwing a fit for me NOW” Genevieve frowned at the girl's statement, locking eyes with her as she hugged her books and scrolls closer, standing straight. She felt as if her hand burned in response to being read, and she glanced down at it before scooting her robe's sleeve over half of it, eyes darting around just before the girl spoke again, finishing up with a simple and almost proud, "It’s always nice to meet a Scar Sister.”

Genevieve stared at the girl's hand for a few seconds, reading the 'lesson learned' and picking up the similarities between the girl's and her own. And when she locked eyes with the Hufflepuff again, she found a very small smile on her face, though it might be a little bitter. "I don't think 'nice' would be the word for it, considering just how it all happened." she stated bluntly, but her face softened a little, "but still," She shifted her books to one arm and held out her hand. "I'm Genevieve." It was met with a small chorus of 'shhh's around them.

[CAITRIA O'FARLEY]

At first Caitria seriously thought she must have misheard. What new oddity was this?! A Ravenclaw making EXCUSES for being studious? That kinda was in their job description, was it not? Or was she pigeon-holing now? Well… ‘wit beyond measure’ and all that, it wasn’t all just say-so, right? The sheer presence of so many Ravenclaws in the library proved it! On the other hand, it made this girl highly likeable to Caitria, being so self-critical about her own knowledge, that wasn’t exactly a trait you found with them often. Usually, they like to stick your nose into how much they knew and what an idiot you were for not getting an O in every other test. Deciding to go with the flow, the Hufflepuff girl return the smirk and made a dismissve gesture with her hand. “Ah, I doubt it’s a catching illness. Just wait a few days and it might pass. If not… ask our dear Madame Pomfrey, maybe she’s got something in store?” The thought of the nurse’s face if ever presented with such a case made the girl chuckle. Oh, that might even be a prank worth passing your time with!

The girl seemed quite self-conscious about her scar however, something Caitria might have suspected, hadn’t she been so indifferent, or even half proud of it herself. Apparently, other people didn’t see it as much of a trophy to have emerged with from the events two years ago, and when you thought about it, that wasn’t even so unlikely.Hmm… maybe Caitria’s view on things was more twisted than she had initially thought. Wouldn’t be the first time she thought something exceptionally stupid. But then again… maybe this girl here just needed a push in the right direction? Someone as crazy as the old toad had been really didn’t deserve any more credit than she had already been given with her cruel reign. Seeing the good in something bad sometimes rid the bad side of its power, right? “Aww come on!” she therefore said, smirking. “If we don’t laugh about it and show them they have nothing on us, who will? The more we sulk about it, the more they achieved what they wanted, right?”

Genevieve… now that was a nice name! Not that it was Caitria’s style to say something like that, but she still gave a nod and grasped the hand with her own. “Hello Genevieve, I’m Caitria!” Casting an amused glance around at all the appalled faces who’d best like to shut them up immediately, she added: “Whatcha say, shall we continue this conversation outside, so that all those studious people can keep working on their path to true insight and excellence?”

[GENEVIEVE FAWCETT]

There was a small pause in which Genevieve knew the girl was studying her in some form of surprise. It wasn't often, after all, that one found a Ravenclaw who was quite likely to make fun of their kind. Ravenclaws lived for being smart, and letting every one know as such. The only exception seemed to be ol' Loony Lovegood, and-- well she was just special. Gena raised her brows a little when the girl didn't speak for a moment, and the girl finally responded, with equal wit it would seem, finishing up with:

If not… ask our dear Madame Pomfrey, maybe she’s got something in store?"

Gena's mouth spread into a small smile, and she tried to fight back most of her laugh, only a light snort coming out. "For some reason, I feel as if she wouldn't quite appreciate that visit." she smirked, studying the girl in return for a moment. You could tell by the girl's demeanor that she seemed to just belong so naturally in Hufflepuff. Confident and comfortable in her own skin, but not so much that she was overly pig-headed about it, like so many Slytherins were. This girl was just naturally-- happy? Was that the word? Perhaps not, but it was mildly confusing to see someone so up to spirits in a school that this had become, dominated by some git of a Headmaster.

And then the girl brought up a few good points regarding their 'twin scars'. It was like DNA, different but the same. And before that moment, Genevieve had only looked at it with disdain. But this Hufflepuff girl asked some wise questions, and Gena frowned at her hand a moment before looking at her. "I suppose you're right... But they are in more of a place to silence us once and for all if we're just too happy about the scars, so I wouldn't laugh too boldly if I were you." Perhaps she was chiding, but the less students who were dragged away into the depths of darkness the better. Especially someone who looked like she was on the 'good side'.

Caitria's handshake was strong and-- as Gena guessed, confident. "Pleasure, Caitria." she glanced around at the few students who were still staring, and nodded with a small smile. "I'd like that."

She shoved the rest of her books and scrolls into her shoulder bag and dropped over her head to rest on the opposite shoulder, striding quickly out of the library into the corridors. Her brothers' tired old warnings were banished quickly from her mind as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. "What brings a Hufflepuff behind enemy lines?" She jerked her head to the library as a few Ravenclaws leaned around the doorway to stare after the two miss-matched students.

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{ooc: it took forever and it's not that great but heeeey it's here! ;-) Sorry dearest, I'm sick so I'm not in my right mind, but bear with me on this one!!}