The third year had been following her cat among the grounds for a while now, finding no harm in letting it choose where they would settle. It seemed to find the shores of the Black Lake a satisfactory location as Fairy abruptly laid down in a grassy sunny spot not far from the shore. She almost sat down, a book tucked under her arm along with paper and a self-inking quill, she had planned to do homework, but it seemed she was not alone. She vaguely recognized the boy. He was one of the older Gryffindor quidditch boys. The sport had always been far too rough in her opinion. He was a MacFusty, she knew that, and she was fairly certain his first name started with a M as well, though she did not know that.
The MacFusty were an odd bunch. While they were a part of the upper class they tended to be one of the most scandalized families of the upper class, and in her opinion, that fact basically rendered their higher status meaningless to her, and she could interact with them with little jealous. Still, there was some as they still had their fair share of money - likely the only reason they still were upper class, and that fact left her feelings of them quite a mess and still with a hint of jealousy that her branch of the family no long had such money. Still, she was unbothered by interacting with on while she was still young. As she got older, she would likely to go out of her way to avoid the clan before any association with them prevented her from marrying someone from a well-off family.
She watched the stone skim across the surface and sink before she made her way over, young enough that the mandated length of her skirt that hung roughly an inch above her boot meant she did not yet have to worry about the dress underneath her robe to get dirty. "Mr. MacFusty, greetings. That was quite impressive. How do you do it, if I may ask?"
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