About a Girl

[Avarice Reilly]

Christmas for the Vanity's meant a lot more than just sitting round a warm fire and discussing times now passed. It was a family event, that with every year became less and less about family, and more about a chore. A chore to buy all the correct gifts and a chore to find out where to go. As a seventh year now, Avarice's opinion of christmas and the whole holiday hadn't changed much. She still loved the feeling of pure happiness during the dinner, that was filled with discussion and since she was french, alcohol. This year, things felt different. One of her sisters, Penchant Vanity, wasn't going to be at the dinner. And because of this Ava was slightly annoyed. She was annoyed mainly for two reasons. One, she found it stupid that someone had other plans on christmas, when the old plans had been set in stone, since the last christmas was over. And it wasn't like there hadn't been enough warning so the day could be cleared for family, but the other reason, was that she just felt like her family and her were being left behind. Avarice did still love the whole holiday and she still did love her sister. She was just the type to inwardly be annoyed about things. Just never bringing it up and never mentioning if it wasn't really a big factor. Christmas felt different though. Ava was a modest girl, she hated being loud and outlandish. She preferred when people spoke quietly and at a tone that was rightly barely. She didn't like to talk to people when she was annoyed. It was really the only time she didn't. If she was very happy about something, or very upset about something, she would tell someone, but when it came to anger, the girl had managed to pretty much keep things under control. The only time she'd ever gotten properly angry, most had called her a little more than scary. So to avoid that happening she kept it under a lid. Finding that it was more effective to calm down about it, and then find a friend and jokingly rant about it with. Hoping that they too would feel the same way as her. All in all, despite her brains, Avarice had never, never ever spoken to the person, or people she was angry with about how she was angry. She figured it was a trait she'd gain from her dad, who had never been a fan of talking things through. Avarice was fairly tomboyish. Despite the shoulder length blonde hair, and hazel eyes. The way her smile was reflected in the glisten in her eyes. The way her petite figure was finished by a tiny waist. In most eyes Avarice was an incredibly beautiful and girly girl. But, it was the baggy tank tops, short shorts, and trainers, that began to give off the impression that Avarice was a lot more than just a girly girl, with no brain.

She walked through the streets of New Zealand, glad for the hot summer weather. She was glad to not be putting up with the fairly mild winter of her home. She was visiting the sister not coming to Christmas. To give the gift and to be quietly seething about the entire situation. Avarice had let her hair just fall in it's normal position. Curly, and a little wild. She liked it that way. It helped her feel a lot more natural. But, no matter how she wore her hair or make up(if any) one thing was for certain, being unknowingly half veela had it's advantages. She was beautiful really not matter how bad she believed herself to look. Avarice was modest, she could hardly take the smallest of compliments about herself. She always had to say something back. SO that she felt a lot less awkward. It was fairly awkward when she didn't, and then the conversation just had to move on. But, gladly for her, she was rarely in those such situations. She stuck to her friends, and they just knew better than to do such a thing. having spent most of the morning christmas shopping, Avarice had a number of bags on her arms. She had just been about to sit on an empty bench, when on of the bags ripped open and a set of at least 6 or 7 muggle books feel out. Avarice muttered a french curse under her breath before placing the unripped bags onto the bench and beginning to pick up the remainder of the books. It seemed to be that all she could do was drop books. Now a little annoyed she continue to pick the books off the floor around her. Silently cursing at the stupid muggle bags that broke more often than they stayed unbroken.​

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[Chantal Himmelreich]

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<COLOR color="#2F4F4F">Christmas, a supposed to be happy season for Chantal Himmelreich, yet, she cannot bring her self to do so. She was very far away from home, staying in a hotel nearby, she had barely been able to actually enjoy herself. It was a holiday, and supposedly, like their family tradition, she should have been back at their house in Munich, Germany, quietly enjoying a dinner with her family, yet, here she was, wandering along the streets of New Zealand, ALONE. Not that it wasn’t her choice, actually, it was her who had decided that she would be staying in New Zealand for a while, try to be independent of her family’s influence, and of course, try to find a sense of herself. Her hometown holds too much painful memories for her, ones that she did not want to remember, and just recently, she had met the least person that she had expected to see, like her past was coming back for her, and she was taking it really hard.

Christmas in New Zealand was very much different from the one they had at home, mainly, because of the weather. Unlike the snow covered ground that one would walk through during December, in New Zealand, it was the hot blazing sun that would meet the unsuspecting strangers. It was during summer time that Christmas happens here, no sleigh rides, no snow man outside the houses yard, really different. Sporting a simple flowing white dress that reaches to her knee, it was hard for her not to get noticed, she was exquisitely beautiful, must have been a trait that she got from her mother, and she was well aware of that. But even so, she always tries to keep her feet on the ground, t be not extremely vain about her looks, and to actually not be so proud. She cares little about her physical appearance actually; every thing just seemed to go on naturally.

Walking along the busy shopping district in New Zealand, Chantal tried so much just to enjoy her self. She entered and exited every store that catches her attention without even buying anything. She was looking for something that she could probably send her mom and dad as a Christmas gift, something that would be memorable enough, and something that they would truly appreciate, but despite having spent hour wandering around the area, she was still empty handed. Deciding that she should take a rest already, Chantal decided to look for a place to sit, any where will do. Just as she had spotted a bench that looks comfortable enough, she noticed a girl, probably around her age, having trouble with some of her shopping bags. It looks quite amusing actually, how such a person could carry that much at that time. However, she knew all too well that she must help instead of just watching. She approached the said girl and helped her picked up her books, smiling in the process of doing so. “You have shopped quite a lot it seemed.” She commented as she handed the said books to the girl, not really trying to appear rude or anything, if this girl would actually be nice enough, then she could have met a possible friend for her.​

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[Avarice Reilly]

A part of the Beauxbatons girl wished she had someone around to help her with the bags. She had bought a fair amount and it really showed when she had to place all the bags on to the bench and begin to pick up all the books from the floor. She hated how bad the bags were and that she had to put with them anyway, because she had to be able to hide them all. Obviously not everything she had bought was for her siblings. As much as Avarice tried to be the kindest person she could be, she was not completely selfless. But, while there were some things for others most of it was for others. It was a good way of shopping. Avarice was a huge fan of shopping, she liked going to clothes stores and spend time looking at all the different items of clothing, but then going for the simplest of clothes. There was never much competition in most people's mind. She loved what was offered to her, but much preferred buying for herself what she knew. For her sisters, she was a lot more likely to buy something that they would like, that would be fancy and very nice looking. Something Avarice would want to wear but didn't. She just stick to what she knew. And that was really a Vanity's way of being. While her sister were a lot better dressed than she was, that was their comfort zone. There was no changing both her sisters mind about how they should be dressed. it was just the way they were and how Avarice knew them. It was the point where they changed that Ava would worry. Avarice was unaware of her and her sisters half veela traits. It was not from their father, but none of the girls remembered their mother well enough to say. And their father hardly spoke of her. All in all, it just meant that they had no idea of the veela traits or of what kind of blood they held. It was annoying to say the least. Avarice glanced as a girl, who was pretty stunning began to help her with the books. She was glad for the help, although hoping the girl wouldn't hate someone who read muggle books.

"It is christmas" Avarice explained in english with her thick french accent. No one would ever be able to tell that Avarice had once lived in Scotland. "I had a number of things I wanted to get. Thank you" Avarice added as the last of the books were picked up and put into a non broken bag. She took a moment to glance at the girl and smiled. A possible friend were the world in her mind, as the hazel eyes of the blonde found themselves glancing at the girl. "That is a very nice dress. Where did you get it?" Avarice did actually like the dress, but she couldn't see herself in it. Although she'd been unsure what to say or how to start conversation, so that seemed like the easiest route. It wasn't that the blonde struggled to make conversation, more that it was a trial to get things started. Ava knew that making a few more friends out of school would do her no harm, but would help her over all. Since she was leaving at the end of the year. She had to admit to not really knowing what to do, so friends around the place would be useful for her. "I'm Avarice, or just Ava." She added extending her hand to the girl​