Holly was only at the stupid breakfast because her step-mother and father had forced her to attend. Despite knowing that many of the students and young adults in attendance would be the ones she made social connections with further down the line, there were few there that she could tolerate, let alone befriend. She found her seat on the sidelines without difficulty, scowling every time someone yelled too loudly or took a tumble in the grass.
"I would ask the same of you, Miss Seneca. There's a lot of red ones that match your temper," she retorted, looking up at the sixth year who, for some reason or another, had decided to pick on her. She gave a little smile, trying to make it obvious that she was merely teasing. She was friendly with Seneca Lestrange, but their constant bickering made it impossible for Holly to ever call them real friends (which, in truth, was the same way she felt about everyone else).
"I would ask the same of you, Miss Seneca. There's a lot of red ones that match your temper," she retorted, looking up at the sixth year who, for some reason or another, had decided to pick on her. She gave a little smile, trying to make it obvious that she was merely teasing. She was friendly with Seneca Lestrange, but their constant bickering made it impossible for Holly to ever call them real friends (which, in truth, was the same way she felt about everyone else).
— set by MJ <3 —