The weight of the world was a heavy burden to carry, particularly on her slender shoulders. Millie let out a breath of air, idly wishing that Miss DeCroix could enjoy a companionable silence as much as the sound of her own voice. As much as her fellow witch was prone to as many flights of fantasy as her own, they were not the sort that Millie treasured in her novels. Perhaps it was the French in her that caused Violetta to idolize such a sophisticated life for herself, and others around her.
"No, I don't believe I have read that one yet," the young witch answered, grateful to have a question that wasn't about her far-flung future again. Her immediate future, at least, was a bit easier to contemplate. The subject of dinner choices and reading selections made for more polite conversation, she supposed. The young witch had let her fears loose on the unsuspecting Slytherin, and now she felt a bit embarrassed about it.
Their etiquette professor would have certainly disapproved of their conversation subjects.
Eager to leave before sucha quick-witted magistrate might cross their paths, or Violetta stumbled upon another of her worst, inner fears, Millie closed the book adjoining their laps. She got to her feet, setting her novel in the crook of her arm and taking a moment to survey the landscape of the grounds nearby. Searching, perhaps, for another spot to seclude herself from both passersby and airy Slytherin witches. The young witch looked askance at the castle instead, and let out another sigh, "I shall look for it next time I'm in the library," she promised, and both of them knew that would be in a very short time indeed.
"For the moment, I fear I've dallied too much in returning to my Charms essay. I'll see you in class, Miss DeCroix?"
A question, as well as a farewell, seemed to suit the moment of their departure. As poetic, if unsatisfying, as their fateful meeting this morning. Still, as Slytherin witches went, Miss DeCroix wasn't all bad.
She certainly enjoyed works of fiction more than others.
"No, I don't believe I have read that one yet," the young witch answered, grateful to have a question that wasn't about her far-flung future again. Her immediate future, at least, was a bit easier to contemplate. The subject of dinner choices and reading selections made for more polite conversation, she supposed. The young witch had let her fears loose on the unsuspecting Slytherin, and now she felt a bit embarrassed about it.
Their etiquette professor would have certainly disapproved of their conversation subjects.
Eager to leave before sucha quick-witted magistrate might cross their paths, or Violetta stumbled upon another of her worst, inner fears, Millie closed the book adjoining their laps. She got to her feet, setting her novel in the crook of her arm and taking a moment to survey the landscape of the grounds nearby. Searching, perhaps, for another spot to seclude herself from both passersby and airy Slytherin witches. The young witch looked askance at the castle instead, and let out another sigh, "I shall look for it next time I'm in the library," she promised, and both of them knew that would be in a very short time indeed.
"For the moment, I fear I've dallied too much in returning to my Charms essay. I'll see you in class, Miss DeCroix?"
A question, as well as a farewell, seemed to suit the moment of their departure. As poetic, if unsatisfying, as their fateful meeting this morning. Still, as Slytherin witches went, Miss DeCroix wasn't all bad.
She certainly enjoyed works of fiction more than others.
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