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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."
Hmmm.
Truth be told, Gwendolyn was still a bit surprised of herself. Normally she was great at making the worst first impressions… and now what? She had actually been nice to the girl. Even though her efforts might have been completely useless, the fourth year decided not to hang around there for much longer and try talking to the girl. No way. Her job there was done. As she made a few steps towards the door, the Ravenclaw could hear a voice behind her saying a
‘thanks’. She turned her head, but only responded with a small smirk. Meh. What else could she have done?
Could she go now?
Gwen stopped herself as she heard the girl telling her to wait.
‘Hmm?’, the fourth year mused as she drew her attention back to the place where the girl was sitting.
‘Gwen’, the fourth year said curtly.
‘And you are…?’ She had no idea who this girl was, or anything else about her.
Mehh. But what was the girl saying? It was the nicest anyone has ever been to her?
……....................
Clearly people hadn’t been that nice to this girl. Or else Gwen couldn’t have topped everyone. Even that thought made her want to roll her eyes. But she stopped herself. Why? Gwen had no idea.
‘You are welcome’, the fourth year said as she looked back at the girl, and it was only a moment later Gwen realized she was still crying. What to do? What to say? Gwendolyn had no idea. She was not the person to get sentimental… So not.
'I believe I've seen you around before', she went on talking. Perhaps the best way to help the girl was to distract her from all the drama... or whatever the problem was.
'What house are you in?'