With news of her uncle's sentencing, Holly had been unable to walk into the streets of magical London without receiving a number of glances from other witches and wizards - especially ones who also attended Hogwarts. To say she was popular was a lie, but to say she was unknown to the student population would have been just as untrue; she had made a name for herself as a walking terror, and the number of snickers she'd received that day in Diagon Alley made it plain and clear that more than a few students were happy to see her suffer.
Putting on an indifferent facade was perhaps the most challenging part, as her face naturally rested in a scowl that could so easily be turned into a glare with just a bit of encouragement. Thus was the case when, upon preparing to enter the ice cream shop, she nearly had a run-in with the same boy who had completely ruined the outfit of another girl moments prior. Her nose scrunched up in displeasure: there was nothing more offensive than the sight of ruined fabric, except perhaps the inaction by the girl whose dress had been ruined.
"You should have hexed him when you had the chance," she scoffed, keeping her distance. Upon second glance, she corrected herself: "Or perhaps a curse might have been more suitable. Is that lace?"
Putting on an indifferent facade was perhaps the most challenging part, as her face naturally rested in a scowl that could so easily be turned into a glare with just a bit of encouragement. Thus was the case when, upon preparing to enter the ice cream shop, she nearly had a run-in with the same boy who had completely ruined the outfit of another girl moments prior. Her nose scrunched up in displeasure: there was nothing more offensive than the sight of ruined fabric, except perhaps the inaction by the girl whose dress had been ruined.
"You should have hexed him when you had the chance," she scoffed, keeping her distance. Upon second glance, she corrected herself: "Or perhaps a curse might have been more suitable. Is that lace?"
— set by MJ <3 —