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Aug 19, 2018 15:32:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2018 15:32:25 GMT -7
 THE HUFFLEPUFF DORMITORIES WERE FUN AND all but Ana hated being in them when they were empty. Perhaps it was the way it sometimes felt like a dungeon. Be it the low ceilings, or the strange lack of windows. Ana didn't like feeling enclosed. Not quite a phobia, perhaps just a very strong preference. For that reason alone, Ana had perfected the act of latching on to her dorm mates. Were they heading out? Oh, how convenient, so was she. Whether they liked it or not.
Perhaps one of Ana's most reluctant dorm mates was Cordelia. She sometimes kind of looked like Ana had said something offensive, or like she didn't really know her. And, come on, they'd been bunking together for years by this point. But, Ana was persistent. So persistent that, when she saw the back of Cordelia's head over the top of another students, she hopped eagerly off the couch with a hasty excuse. She'd been lingering down in the common room for over an hour, waiting for someone from her room to drop by.
"Hey!" Ana sang, looping an easy arm into the crook of Cordelia's elbow. Her back bumped against her hip, her broom tucked under one arm. "You're heading up, right?" She asked with a smile, though she moved easily with Cordelia. Ana already knew that Cordelia struggled with small talk sometimes, but she was all too willing to fill in the gaps. "I have like, a ton of homework to do. Can I sit with you?" She batted her big, brown eyes, head tilted to one side like a dog. Never willing to admit she didn't want to be alone, but hoping Cordelia would catch her drift anyways.
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Sept 1, 2018 22:07:14 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Sept 1, 2018 22:07:14 GMT -7
@iliana 10.XX.2024 There were two different kinds of days during the school week: easy ones, and those that tended to drag on, and on, and on. Today was unfortunately the latter. The classes themselves hadn’t been inherently hard, but each one felt like it had lasted an eternity, with no help from her small wrist watch. Her constant staring at the watch face as the seconds ticked into minutes subconsciously made it worse and by the end of her second class Cordelia wanted to pull her hair out and call it a day. It really wasn’t fair that her final session for the day was a double in Charms and that was the only class she absolutely refused to skip. Dragon Pox could strike her and she would still do anything she could to attend. Charms was her only saving grace in the curriculum, and the only subject that made absolute sense to her. There were simple and complex charms, and the concepts used for both ended up being the building blocks for literally everything. That was why the class was necessary for her. She needed it if she wanted to be a healer.
But Charms ended up going the same way the rest of them did. There was very little practical teaching in the double period (and what was the point of having a double without a practical?), and Cordelia could feel herself starting to drift off into dreamland by the end of it. Most of the lesson consisted of things she had taught herself over the summer in an effort to get ahead and make the classwork easier when it came time to do it. Eventually the professor’s droning lecture came to a close and class concluded for the day, sending Cordelia off in a slow shamble back towards the Hufflepuff common room.
Crowds of students surged by her as she walked, taking her time so that she didn’t get caught in the single-file funnel that always built up at the entrance to the dungeons. Being squished in that after a long day was the last thing she wanted, and half the time people thought it was fine to talk while standing shoulder to shoulder. Cordelia didn’t want to talk to them and she was sure they didn’t actually care what she had to say either, if they could even understand her in the first place. It was her final year in school and burdening herself with useless things was not her goal.
Her plan seemed to work, the few other stragglers like herself looking content that they had played the game correctly. She followed a group of what looked to be third year boys down into the dungeons and then into the common room, all the while listening to them talk about how silly Professor Ashcroft, the Transfiguration professor, acted in class. At least they found some humor in his teaching methods. She preferred having the professors get to the point in their lessons, and if they managed to make it interesting and fun along the way, then all to them.
An exclamation from the blurred figure of Ana, her roommate, caught Cordelia off guard as she felt an arm loop around her own. “Uhhh yeah…I-I am…” she answered as he feet kept her moving towards the stairs up to their dorm room. “I don’t have t-too much left, b-but sure.” Why did Ana want to do work with her, of all people? Cordelia was acutely aware of what it was like to study or do homework with her; slow and painful. Lily always complained that she was too articulate and specific in her answers on written work, and her practical methods of spell casting took too long. But practice did make perfect, which most of her classmates seemed to have forgotten by now. “Did y-you need help on some-something?”
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Sept 10, 2018 13:38:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2018 13:38:08 GMT -7
CORNERING A GIRL LIKE CORDELIA WAS PROBABLY a little offhanded, but Ana had been desperate. While the common room was fun and games most of the time, even she felt the pull towards her own, private space. But, she couldn't fathom going there alone. And really, she hadn't been lying, she did have a lot of homework to do. So, maybe she was using Cordelia a little bit, but it was for a good cause.
Sighing with relief, Ana practically led them both up the stairs to their quarters. That same arm still looped with Cordelia's just in case she had a sudden change of heart. Ana's face softened when Cordelia kindly asked if she needed help. She really was a nice girl, thought Ana. "Uh, well yeah, I could probably do with a hand." She laughed, unlatching herself from Cordelia to give her a little more space as they reached the door to their room. She let herself in first and held the door for her roommate.
"You always get the Charms first try, you know?" Ana remarked, thinking back to the many classes she'd shared with Cordelia and how she'd never seen her need extra help with her technique or pronunciation. "You're like a proper whiz kid, ain'tcha?" It was supposed to be a compliment, but even Ana knew that she could come on a little strong some times.
Turning in to their room, Ana stopped by her own bed to grab her bag of books, dragging them carelessly across the floor as she turned around and beat Cordelia to her own bed, where Ana promptly made herself at home near the bottom end. "So!" She said, curling one leg under herself and flipping off her trainers. "Where do we start?" She was smiling, her eyes searching Cordelia's face for an answer before the girl had time to even formulate one.
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Oct 13, 2018 22:06:12 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Oct 13, 2018 22:06:12 GMT -7
@iliana 10.XX.2024 Having a study buddy wasn’t inherently the worst thing in the world, Cordelia found herself thinking as Ana let go of her arm to get the door to their dorm room. Most of her own work was done in private, though the last two years of school seemed to have a different plan for the Hufflepuff. When on her own, she found that her spells did well and her busy work tended to suffer. The incredible amount of time she spent on casting overshadowed the easy things, like required readings and answering history questions about goblin wars. That was assuming that she found the goblin wars interesting in the first place. She didn’t.
Cordelia watched Ana cruise around their dorm, idling by the doorway until her roommate finally chose a spot at the foot of Cordelia’s bed. “I w-wouldn’t say wh-whiz,” she responded. She didn’t like being put on the spot when it came to her studies. Some people enjoyed being acknowledged for their grades or abilities. She preferred the quiet, unassuming way of going about it. They were at school. They were meant to be studying and perfecting magic. A little extra effort put in shouldn’t have been out of the ordinary at all. Plenty of kids probably spent the summer brushing up and learning some of their subjects so they weren’t caught off guard once school started back up again. Being rusty during the first few weeks sucked.
She joined Ana at the bed, gently removing her own shoes as well, so that she could get her feet up for the first time today. “D-Depends I suppose…” she said as she looked over the books Ana had brought with her. Did she need help with all of them? That could take up the rest of the day, even if they were simple questions. “Uhhh…th-this one?” Cordelia decided on, tapping the Defense Against Dark Arts textbook. A lot of essays had been assigned in that class, though this week’s work focused more on outlining the complexities of casting shield charms verbally versus nonverbally, and how the strength of said shields depended on which the caster was stronger with: speaking or thinking. Magical theory was all sorts of messed up though, and this was another perfect example of it.
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Oct 21, 2018 17:59:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2018 17:59:10 GMT -7
THERE WAS SOMETHING SWEETLY HUMBLE ABOUT Cordelia, thought Ana. Not because of her stutter or the quiet way she went about everything, but more the way she seemed to brush off any compliment that was thrown her way. Ana's brow wrinkled, still smiling as she shook her head. "Don't do that," She told the blond, fiddling with her bag strap. "Proff acts like you can walk on water." She snorted, opening her bag and pulling out rolls of used parchment and a quill.
Ana watched Cordelia carefully remove her shoes and gently place them in a neat row, smiling slightly as she did. It was like the girl did everything attentively, no wonder she was a model student, she didn't even botch undressing. Everything about her screamed 'careful'. It was of no surprise that Ana wasn't her usual type of friend. Then again, didn't she run around with the Potter girl? Even the good ones had a dark side.
"I'm not taking N.E.W.T level Defence Against the Dark Arts this year," Ana admitted, scratching the back of her head. "Didn't have the marks." Didn't want the marks, Ana thought. She looked down at her pile of books and spotted that there was a busted DADA textbook among her Charms and Arithmancy. She laughed quietly, "That's not mine." It was probably Toby's, or maybe Kinsey's. Ana had a habit of just arm swiping desks in to her bag and running off. Always in a hurry.
"You can work on your stuff, though." Ana said hurriedly, untying a roll of parchment and straightening it in to her lap. "I could just use the company, if I'm honest." And it was true, she just hated being alone. Especially while attempting to do coursework. It might sound a bit sad, but just the sound of someone scratching away at their own parchment, the hum of activity, helped Ana focus on something other than aiming her broom.
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Dec 16, 2018 21:47:24 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Dec 16, 2018 21:47:24 GMT -7
@iliana 10.XX.2024 If she were to take everything everyone said literally, she would probably start looking for a real way to walk across water. A simple featherweight charm or levitation on one’s shoes and it would technically be possible – only that it would look like the person was walking when they were actually floating. Actual walking across the surface of water probably had more complexities…she almost got lost in it all but brought herself back as Ana started pulling school materials out of her own bag. “I st-study a lot d-during the summer…l-lets me get ahead,” she explained as she pulled her own Defense textbook from her side table, tracing her fingers across the lettering on the cover. It was worse for wear, a used copy from Flourish & Blotts because she liked using ones that had a life to them and any money saved from school supplies went straight into the photography coffer. The only new books she had were her Charms ones because she wanted to make her own mark on them. They needed to have the crack that new books had the first few times they were opened.
Ana admitted that the book Cordelia had picked out wasn’t hers though – that she wasn’t in the N.E.W.T. level with her. A slight burn of embarrassment edged its way onto her face as she realized that she didn’t even know who was in her class this year, always opting to sit in the back on her own. “R-Right…” she said slowly as she looked over the rest of her roommate’s books, trying to figure out which classes they were in together. “N-No it’s f-fine. D-Defense h-homework is an essay s-so yeah…” Cordelia didn’t want to sit on her bed a write out a paper. It wasn’t really conducive to how she normally did her work and the chance of getting ink splotches on her bed covers was extremely high. The house elves had done a lot for her in the last year, and she wasn’t going to go and ruin her reputation over them because she wanted to do real work in bed. “Wh-What do y-you have?” Cordelia asked, hoping that there was something she could try and do at the same time, that way they could at least talk about it. She wasn’t much to hold a conversation with, but saying a few words every now and again didn’t hurt.
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Dec 17, 2018 15:05:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2018 15:05:21 GMT -7
THE IDEA OF STUDYING DURING A HOLIDAY sounded absolutely barbaric to Ana. Her eyes widened as Cordelia admitted as much, but she didn't criticise her. To each their own, and all that. "I go to football camp in summer," Ana said instead, shrugging her shoulders easily. She wasn't exactly in any position to judge. She wanted to become something her mother would probably never approve of. They all had their secret little hobbies.
Unrolling her parchment, Ana smiled with closed lips at Cordelia. She'd encroached on the girls time with little thought on whether it was welcome, but she hadn't been able to help herself. Sitting with her now, it finally occurred to her that she might not be welcome. Would Cordelia even have the guts to say as much? Ana watched her closely in case it played on her oddly blank face. She was a hard one to read.
"Cool..." She mumbled, still squinting at Cordelia's face as she did. "Cool." And then she retrieved a self-inking quill from her bag and reluctantly pulled her Arithmancy book towards herself. "I got a bunch of probability equations to do." She blew out a long and weary sigh. She truly hated Arithmancy. "I... said I'd try and predict the next big Quidditch game for my final essay." She rolled her eyes. "Sometimes... I'm just a little too cocky for my own good." And then she shrugged her shoulders at Cordelia and dropped her head to her parchment, beginning her first scratchy scrawl.
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Dec 17, 2018 23:20:24 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Dec 17, 2018 23:20:24 GMT -7
@iliana 10.XX.2024 Cordelia wasn’t surprised that Ana’s choice of summer vacation was at a sports camp. It fit her so well that Cordelia almost beat herself up for not assuming that was what her roommate did during the break. And if it hadn’t been football, Cordelia would have guessed a Quidditch camp or something close to that. The high-energy types like Ana and Lily, who had to be constantly moving, seemed to always be attracted to her somehow, and the Hufflepuff was still trying to figure out why. She knew that it had to be because of her quiet nature and non-imposing personality, but then that would mean everyone would be interested in her if they simply wanted to escape the daily squabble life brought with it. “I-I’m n-not great with sports,” she said, though that much was probably obvious as well. Balance was the main issue – Cordelia could barely walk down the corridor on her own without someone almost running her over. Her poor camera had taken the beating of a lifetime over the last few years, having smashed into pieces numerous times on the marble floors. There was a reason her repair charms were so good.
Ana went on to explain that she had Arithmancy homework, a subject Cordelia had refused to take since it had no bearing in what she wanted to do after graduation. The class, at least to her, was one of those non-sense classes, kind of like Ancient Runes and Divination. An argument could be made for Astronomy as well, but at least that one was kind of interesting. The other ones tended to lead into more specialized jobs where she would have to talk to people in order to conduct research. “How do y-you do that?” she asked, suddenly interested in this prediction via math. Cordelia pushed her books off to the side and scooched a little closer on her bed so that she could see what Ana was working on. She had never heard of doing this before.
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Jan 3, 2019 16:40:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2019 16:40:19 GMT -7
WHILE SPORTS WERE ANA'S EVERYTHING SHE knew they weren't for everybody. She'd love it if the whole world could match her enthusiasm for seekers and goalies and the perfect bludger dodge, but that just wasn't the case. So, most of the time when somebody revealed their complete lack of interest, Ana let it pass by. There were times when she fought people on it, but that was only when they insulted her favourite sports. Cordelia was fine, Ana had never taken her for an athlete anyways. Too much hair, and it was always down and in her face.
"That's cool," She shrugged, smiling at her sweetly. "We need someone to snap shot the games anyways." She made a show of curling an errant strand away from her face, pouting as she did. "Who better to get my good side..." She wrinkled her nose after a minute and snickered, pleased with her own sense of humour. But, it couldn't be fun and games all the time and eventually she had to look like she was busy, still unable to stop herself from chatting away as she did. She hadn't expected much from Cordelia in the way of conversation.
"Oh..." She smiled crookedly and shrugged her shoulders. "It's basically just a ton of math..." Rolling her eyes, she sighed wearily. "You've gotta calculate a bunch of averages from dozens of other games," She stared up at the ceiling as she rattled off dull facts. "Pair it with prospective weather conditions and patterns and the success rate of broom to player - formation and- blah blah blah." Making a mouth with her hand she smacked it a few times before slumping. "I barely even know what I'm talking about." Except she sort of did, she wasn't failing out just yet. "What're you doing?"
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Jan 29, 2019 22:46:28 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Jan 29, 2019 22:46:28 GMT -7
@iliana 10.XX.2024 Taking pictures was her one goal in life, so Ana wasn’t exactly wrong about needing someone to take photos of the Quidditch matches. Action shots, much like human portraits, weren’t always her cup of tea, but she found herself bringing her camera with her to matches nonetheless. She had found that if the match wasn’t yielding any interesting material, the crowd would fill in the gaps. Their energy and animated reactions to every small play on the pitch was exactly the sort of canvas that she was looking for. “Someone from the P-Prophet probably…” Cordelia said honestly. She wasn’t anywhere close to being on par with the professionals, even with the amount of time she spent taking pictures and developing them. Being a pro meant being widely recognized for her talent or ability to turn out consistent work. In her opinion, she hadn’t reached that level yet.
Her aspirations as a photographer would probably be for another day though, because the conversation had dipped into the intricacies of arithmancy, and how Ana was planning on formulating her project. It sounded…complicated. The sort of difficult assignment that was needlessly tough because it meant amassing a large amount of data and then combing through it. She hated those sorts of projects, thankfully only getting them every so often. Most of Hogwarts’ classes tended to be based around reading and reflecting on specific topics, and throwing numbers into the mix rarely happened for her. Despite her lack of enthusiasm for the project and stating otherwise, Ana still seemed to know a lot on the topic and to Cordelia, who was ignorant on both Quidditch and arithmancy, it came across as a sound plan.
Unfortunately, Cordelia didn’t know how to expound on the conversation any further, and Ana had flipped it back onto her. What was she doing again? Glancing over at the books she had previously pushed aside, the corner of a half started Defense Against the Dark Arts essay peaked out from between the pages. Right. She had an essay on the theory of casting non-verbal shield spells, and how the strength of said spell varied based on the will of the caster, among many potential influences it could have. She would explain all of that to Ana if it wouldn’t take her an eternity to sound it out. “J-Just an essay on no-non-verbal spells for D-Defense. It’s p-pretty easy.”
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Feb 2, 2019 6:53:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2019 6:53:06 GMT -7
THOUGH CORDELIA WAS QUITE BLUNT AND DRY with her delivery, Ana found it infinitely hilarious. She snorted, casting a surprised look her way as she realised what she'd said. "That's funny," She pointed out, dropping her head again with a little laugh as she settled in to her spot. She didn't think that had been Cordelia's intention, but that just made it all the more entertaining.
"You know," She said after a moment, tapping her quill against the outside cover of her large textbook. "I think you're a bit of a dark horse, Cord." She stated, clunking her tongue as she peered up through a few fallen strands of hair, which she curled around her ears one-handed. "You're funnier than people give you credit." Than Ana gave her credit, really. It was hard to really know somebody who barely spoke at all. Though, she supposed at least Lily Potter knew, who seemed attached to Cord like a very unfortunate and chatty translator.
Try as she might, Ana had no desire to discuss the intricacies of Arthimancy. It just made her think about all the things she had yet to do and all the data she hadn't skimmed through. So, pushing the topic back on to Cordelia was a risky bet, but one she felt sure was better than talking circles around herself. "Non verbal?" She leaned forward slightly, as if to peek at her work. "That's perfect for you, huh?" She joked lamely, not meaning to sound rude, and not thinking about it either as she sat back. "You're always blowing everyone out of the water in Charms," She said plainly, lifting her brows in admiration. "You thinking of going pro after graduation?"
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Mar 5, 2019 22:12:33 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Mar 5, 2019 22:12:33 GMT -7
@iliana 10.XX.2024 “Th-thank you?” she said, unsure of how to respond, her head tilted to the side in confusion. This was starting to become a common trend, it seemed like. People were always finding her funny, not in the malicious sense, but the way she phrased things and her outlook on life tended to make others laugh. Cordelia didn’t feel like a funny person; she much preferred the quiet, less chatty students at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, she felt like she had a target on her back that attracted the social butterflies. Ana she was used to, of course, but the introduction of Lily in the last year had really ramped things up. The Hufflepuff used to second-hand embarrassment from Lily whenever she acted out in class or did something stupid in the Great Hall. Now she understood the girl a little better, and the crazy outbursts and high octane energy made a lot more sense to her. Then there was Gilderoy, who she could only wonder what he saw in conversing with her. If anything, he wanted a relationship solely between himself and her camera.
Talking about charms was easier for Cordelia though, and she was thankful for the change. Getting off of her supposed humor was a weight off her shoulders. “It is,” she answered in regards to non-verbal spellcasting being better for her. The dirty little secret about that ability was that she had been working on it since summer. Having a head start going into seventh year was important to her, because it meant she could push the professor to show her more advanced techniques. Ana inquired about her using her charms skills professionally, and Cordelia shook her head horizontally. “I d-don’t think so…I wanted to be a healer, b-but I-I-I’m not sure I’d be g-good at it.” Just like her insane practice schedule over the summer, she had also come to the realization that working at the hospital wasn’t the best career path for her. The job required her to talk to patients and explain to them what she was going to be doing to help them; she couldn’t even tell a professor a proper incantation in class without fumbling over her words. Deciding not to continue with her dream had been difficult to get over, but she knew it was for the best in the end. “Are you? With Qui-Quidditch?”
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Mar 8, 2019 17:39:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2019 17:39:17 GMT -7
THERE WAS A VERY SUBTLE SHIFT IN CORDELIA when Ana moved the subject on to Charms. Ana wouldn't have noticed had she not been leaning in to the girl's space to peek at her work. In her experience, non verbal spells were a nuisance and incredibly hard to keep consistent. She had never been a natural at Charms, but Cordelia always had. Her lips pulled down at the sides as she nodded her head, impressed. She leaned back and crumpled parchment with her hands in her lap. "Cool."
What Ana hadn't expected was for Cordelia to admit she wanted to heal. It was an incredibly complex career, and Ana had never even considered it as a possibility until Cordelia had said as much. "Really?" She said, surprised. She'd never saw the other girl as much of a 'conservator'. Ana had always assumed you had to like people to heal them, and Cordelia didn't always give off the most friendly of vibes. This was surprising for Ana, but intriguing too. "That's... so cool," She muttered, repeating her previous statement, but without knowing what else she could say without unintentionally insulting the girl. "You're great with practical, so why not?" She shrugged her shoulders, smiling slightly.
As for her, it was a different story. Everybody expected Ana to go Quidditch-pro after graduation. Even her parents expected as much, she tended not to correct people because of that. It was too hard to explain to everybody that she loved Quidditch, but she loved something else more. "Not... exactly..." It's what she'd marked herself down for when she'd had her 'career prospects' chat with her head of house. But, they only wanted wizarding suggestions, in Ana's experience. She looked down at her workbook bashfully. "I... kind of want to play football." She didn't know why she'd chosen to tell Cordelia the truth, but her silence was oddly encouraging. "Like, muggle football... professionally." She lifted her head to check for Cordelia's reaction.
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Post by cordelia regan smith on Mar 17, 2019 23:14:02 GMT -7
@iliana 10.XX.2024 Non-verbal magic was cool. Cordelia wasn’t sure if she could put it any better than how Ana had. The only cooler thing about magic was the ability to cast it wandless. She wasn’t quite to that point yet, but there would be a point one day where she figured it out. The progression thus far from wand to non-verbal had been a huge boost in both her capabilities and the fact that she didn’t have to worry about stuttering her incantations anymore. Obviously in the classes where they still practiced spells, the professors wanted to hear her say them out loud even if she knew she could cast them without. To her, it was the sort of dilemma that caused more problems than it should have. On one hand, she didn’t want to show off in front of the class and be cast as that girl. The smarmy, uppity type that liked proving she was better than everyone else and could cast non-verbally. She wasn’t that type of person and didn’t want to be made out like that by anyone else. On the other though, she wanted to actively practice the skill. That was the only way she was going to master it, and what better place to do it than at school?
As for wanting to get into healing, well, that was a bit trickier. Ana was right, in a manner of speaking; Cordelia was fairly good when it came to practical spellcasting and she thought she did a decent job studying about medical practices and magical diseases. The main problem came in the form of the patients and their possible lack of patience with her. St. Mungo’s wasn’t Hogwarts. Once training was complete she would be thrown to the wolves in the hospital and there was no preventing what they could do to her there. Working under pressure also didn’t sound like something she would be good at, so there was that too. “I’d have to d-deal with p-p-people…” she explained, a slight burn in her face forming. It was embarrassing admitting that she wasn’t good at those sorts of things. The worst part was that she had actually dedicated a lot of her free time over the last few years preparing for a job at the hospital, but now that it was within sight, she was starting to get cold feet.
Ana seemed hesitant at first about what she wanted to do; apparently playing Quidditch wasn’t it. Cordelia knew a bit about the sport, her dad being a professional player for a stint, and he had shown her plenty of old game footage and newspaper articles for her to know about the Krum family long before she arrived at Hogwarts. She assumed Ana had to be under pressure when it came to deciding on what to do, especially with a family legacy like that. Cordelia felt enough of it with her mum as a healer, and it wasn’t like that was anywhere close to being the same thing. Or maybe she didn’t understand it at all. It was hard to tell when she sort of sucked at communicating with people.
Instead, Ana said that she wanted to play muggle football. Cordelia nodded her head as she visualized her roommate doing that instead of zooming around on a broom. She could sort of see it. “Wh-What do you have to do for that? Tr-Try-outs?” she asked, unsure if the process was similar to Quidditch or not.
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Apr 17, 2019 7:07:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2019 7:07:27 GMT -7
ANA HAD NEVER REALLY UNDERSTOOD THE IDEA of introverts. She had always been so loud and extroverted that it was hard to imagine being anything else. She knew what Cordelia was saying, but she couldn't empathise with her. Sometimes that made her say dumb things like. "Well, practise makes perfect, right?" Shifting slightly, as if Cordelia could solve all of her social problems by just... putting herself out there. The words died in her mouth, and Ana knew how silly they sounded as soon as it was too late to take them back.
"It's all about who you know." Ana explained, picking at a thread in Cordela's duvet. "I go to a football camp in the summer." As she had done since Primary School. Ever since she'd gotten the bug and obsessed over the game ever since. "But, I don't have normal credentials, you know?" She rubbed at her nose, a bitter line forming between her brows. "I can't list 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' on my application, can I?" And then she forced a laugh, rolling her eyes to hide how very much it bothered it deep down. She didn't make a great show of it.
"It's whatever," Ana said dismissively, waving it off as she shifted herself to flop down on Cordelia's bed. "Is it just me or is your bed comfier than the others?"
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