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Since the ink wouldn’t just go away after washing her hands, and the other girl didn’t really seem to be willing to help her out, Gwendolyn decided to use the spell. Good. All done and now she could go out. The fourth year kneeled in order to get her bag from the floor, but her eyes darted back to the other student, as she heard the girl say something. Ughhh. She really shouldn’t have meddled with this. Why did she have to be so curious all the time? This made Gwen very disappointed of herself. One curious Ravenclaw.
‘I… I’m sorry to hear that’, Gwendolyn said, not knowing what exactly she should have replied. She was probably the worst person around Hogwarts to be sentimental and encourage other people and yada yada yada. Come on, think…, the fourth year told herself as she reached for her bag. Got it! She took out a box from the bag and opened it quickly, taking out one of the muffins she had baked earlier that day. With a friend’s help, of course. She herself would have probably burnt down the kitchen if her friend hadn’t come along. With a simple spell, the fourth year arranged a small candle on top of the muffin, lighting it as she looked back at the girl. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Being nice to a total stranger. Perhaps someone who would eventually hate her. Anyway, Gwen was taking a shot. ‘Happy Birthday’ And cheer up, lass.
And no. She was not going to sing Happy Birthday now.
‘Hope you will work things out’, the fourth said curtly, and with that, she reached the birthday muffin to the girl. She felt sorry for the girl, but since the other student was probably going to want to jinx her if she hanged around there any longer, Gwendolyn started walking away. Yes. She was heading towards the door. There was nothing else she could do here.
Elliot still had her face covered, still extremely upset, when the other girl spoke. She was
sorry. SORRY. Elliot would have liked to have let out all her rage and emotions on this person, but she didn't.
That wouldn't be polite.
Instead, she wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her robe, and looked in the mirror. She still looked a wreck, but she had made herself stop now. She saw movement from the corner of her eye, and looked at the girl strangely. Like, why was she still here? Couldn't she see that Elliot wanted her privacy? She saw the girl pull something from her bag...a muffin. Elliot still glared at the girl in confusion...
then she put the candle on top, and handed it to Elliot. And the blonde now understood. This fellow 'claw was being
nice. She lit the candle. Elliot's features changed completely. Her face twisted into a rare, genuine smile, not the smirk she usually reserved, and her eyes lit up. She felt tears well up in her eyes-
oh no, not agaaaain- and choked back anymore.
"T-thanks..." she said softly. She closed her eyes, made a wish...
I wish that Father won't forget me. Ever. Not ever again... and she opened her eyes and blew out her candle. She was still smiling widely. But the girl was almost to the door. Elliot raced to her, and touched her shoulder.
"Hey, wait! I don't even know your name! T-that's the nicest someone has ever been to me..." yeah, usually Elliot didn't make good first impressions. A single tear fell down her cheek.
"Thanks."