Warmth [Coriander]

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Cori listened as Carcer related to her situation about being different. She knew that he was right, and she didn't feel the least bit like he was trying to one-up-her. It was nice to have someone who understood what it was like, being physically unable to do certain things because of ones 'difference'. But there was a difference here. Carcer didn't have a choice in those things, Cori simply just chose not to allow anyone to touch her. She probably could, if she wasn't so self conscious. Carcer was this way because of his parentage, something he was most likely not ashamed of even if it was a little inconvenient. "I'm sure that's hard for you sometimes," she responded, finally pulling herself out of her head.

When he spoke encouragingly and tapped her on the nose, Cori actually laughed a little bit. "I guess that's a good point. Not that who I am is really that spectacular," she said with an awkward smile. She was trying to keep the situation light, but she wasn't actually sure if she even liked who she was. She avoided most people and pushed others away, who would want to be like that? She tried to think of positive things that came from her curse, but her mind was drawing a blank.

She leaned back a little, smiling wistfully at the oncoming clouds. She was always grateful for snow. "Thanks for talking with me. This was fun," she said, eyes still on the clouds. She wasn't really used to making friends. Even though they had only spent maybe ten minutes together, she was grateful that this little meeting had happened.


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Carcer shrugged when Cori mentioned that it must be hard for him. Like he said, he understood her situation a little. But Carcer couldn’t complain at the end of the day. Cori’s curse probably didn’t have any upsides to it, while there were plenty of upsides to being part giant. All in all, his deal wasn’t that bad. Hers…sucked.

He turned to look at her when she thanked him for the talk. Briefly, Carcer wondered if Cori was as bad as Alice about keeping people at arm’s length. Then he wondered how much of it was the curse and how much was her natural personality. With Alice, it was all personality. She was a cactus—all prickly on the outside and soft on the inside. Carcer grinned at the thought of the blonde. “Anytime.” And he meant it. Any time she wanted to talk, all she had to do was find Carcer, or ask a Hufflepuff to find him in the common room. Especially given that she seemed to not have a lot of people to talk with, given the way she acted, she could use an ear that was ready and willing when she needed it.

Carcer stood up straight again, reaching his full thirteen feet of height, and stretched his arms high above his head. The clouds above were beginning to move on, and he had to go carve into a mountain of essays. He hated essays. Give Carcer a wand and tell him to do magic, he would never disappoint. But describing how it worked in his head…that was an entirely different story. But, he would stick it through. He knew the Cursebreakers at Gringotts would take him based on his instinct for magic, but it was a matter of pride for Carcer. He fully intended to graduate from Hogwarts near the top of the class, with all the honors and accolades that came with it. Even if he didn’t feel like he owed that much to his father, Carcer was simply determined to be as good as he could be at the things he tried to do.

He patted Cori on the shoulder as he turned to head toward the castle. “Don’t be a stranger, eh?”

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