Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2019 12:37:37 GMT -7
06 April 2025
French was something Cassia had considered studying for the longest of times, but for some reason never made the needed amount of effort. If only she’d been a bit more determined, she might have started learning ages ago, but it was difficult at Hogwarts, and especially to herself, who would much rather spend time doing and learning what she already knew - even if just a little - than searching for books inside the library and figuring out the right methods to learn a language without a tutor. Still, the language of love was amazing and she couldn’t wait to start, now that she’d finally found a person whose knowledge of the idiom was fantastic and they even lent her some books.
The Blishwick, after all, carried an important surname related to love, and the Ravenclaw herself was profoundly enamored of the idea of meeting a prince charming - or princess - and being on that kind of relationship that turned blissful forgetting of one’s surroundings into something real.
So what if Cassia hoped French might help her on her way to finding her one true love? She barely even considered what others might think of it, happy to live inside her own head and far from caring about other people’s negative opinion. She needed friends, yes, and couldn’t see herself without them, but the shield she had created against people who put her down for no reason than to make themselves feel better was quite resilient. Plus, she had to worry about finding people who could help! The ones who might know some French and listen to her try and speak it to say just where she’d done wrong, and others who could simply ask her things of a book so she wouldn’t be tempted to look at the correct answer.
“Found you!” Out in a happy squeal soon as her eyes settled to Gilderoy’s image. Her seventh-year-prefect-handsome-ravenclaw friend was the perfect person to land her a hand, or so she thought.
See, they’d known each other for some years now, being in the same house and considering every so often, during her first few years, Cassia needed the help of older people. Some of them had made sure girls like Priscilla stayed away, especially when she was suffering from bullying but hadn’t yet learned how to fight back, whereas others helped her found her way and other normal things such as trying to find the correct answer to their common room’s door riddle. “I need you to help me with French! Please?” Joined hands together, length of her arms up to her elbows responsible for holding the book on air instead of letting it fall down and make a mess. She had that puppy face pleading him to spend some of his time as her 'assistance'.
The Blishwick, after all, carried an important surname related to love, and the Ravenclaw herself was profoundly enamored of the idea of meeting a prince charming - or princess - and being on that kind of relationship that turned blissful forgetting of one’s surroundings into something real.
So what if Cassia hoped French might help her on her way to finding her one true love? She barely even considered what others might think of it, happy to live inside her own head and far from caring about other people’s negative opinion. She needed friends, yes, and couldn’t see herself without them, but the shield she had created against people who put her down for no reason than to make themselves feel better was quite resilient. Plus, she had to worry about finding people who could help! The ones who might know some French and listen to her try and speak it to say just where she’d done wrong, and others who could simply ask her things of a book so she wouldn’t be tempted to look at the correct answer.
“Found you!” Out in a happy squeal soon as her eyes settled to Gilderoy’s image. Her seventh-year-prefect-handsome-ravenclaw friend was the perfect person to land her a hand, or so she thought.
See, they’d known each other for some years now, being in the same house and considering every so often, during her first few years, Cassia needed the help of older people. Some of them had made sure girls like Priscilla stayed away, especially when she was suffering from bullying but hadn’t yet learned how to fight back, whereas others helped her found her way and other normal things such as trying to find the correct answer to their common room’s door riddle. “I need you to help me with French! Please?” Joined hands together, length of her arms up to her elbows responsible for holding the book on air instead of letting it fall down and make a mess. She had that puppy face pleading him to spend some of his time as her 'assistance'.
@lockhart
there you go! this hair/makeup
