Inside the Fire

[Hilda Raison]

After being named Head Girl of Beauxbatons, there was nothing more prideful than Hilda Raison. Hilda currently patrolled the hallways while looking over the students. She had a powerful reputation to keep ahead. After all, she had a lot of things to consider. Her power at the school, the fact that she always looked as perfect as ever, her grades were never below an Outstanding. She had many friends within the school as well as outside the school. She kept this appearance that would bring no one to question to her. Yet, the girl had no idea what she was going to do after school. Even though she was supposedly this rule bent student, anyone that crossed her, she used her looks to seduce others to do what she wanted. Therefore, her hands were never dirty. Every week, she would look for the daily prophet to get more information on the Scitorari. Despite how good she seemed, Hilda was anything but. She secretly wanted to know more about magic, and bring down the government. After the death of her parents, she blamed the government for everything. However, her sister was in a different mindset. She wanted to be an Auror to avenge their deaths. Hilda knew that the government was deadly and lethal but there was no supporting her sister into doing something so wreck less. Hilda narrowed her eyes when she received a list of transfers from other schools. It was her job to make them feel welcomed, but she ignored it. The prefects and whatnot could take care of it. Hilda walked into an empty classroom and sighed as she could finally be alone. She pulled her ribbon out of her hair and tussled it with her hand.
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[Xiomara Rojas]

Xiomara Rojas was not particularly happy about having to transfer to Beauxbatons, but her father's work had drawn them to this side of the world for at least the next three years, and though Xiomara was of age, and therefore could've remained at her school in brazil she had decided to follow her family to the other side of the world. it was just the three of them, and Xiomara had always been close to both her parents, they had spoiled her growing up and she was as ever loyal to them, but it meant for the Colombian girl starting in a new school, and having to pick up a third language, her Colombian roots made her spanish excellent, and going to school in Brazil had made her Portuguese Brazil equally as good, but her french was poor and the summer spent studying the language in the sleepy town near the Spanish border on the west of the country hadn't helped her much, but there was no more questioning that now, she was at the school, and confidently wore the school uniform, confidence appeared to roll off Xiomara in waves, she smiled at each of the students, striking up conversation with the other transfers and managing to be at least at the point where she could call them all her friends.

Xiomara was glad to be at the school, and she had to admit there was definitely something to completing her studies in France, the difference in culture and teaching would definitely encourage her own interests and her own curiosity, her parents were not bad people, but they encouraged her to be critical of her own school, of the magical governments and made it their duty to teach her more of the dark arts, and she wished that all could. At this point the teen noticed the head girl and others enter the room and knowing she'd been paired with the head girl to show her around, Xiomara confidently flicked her hair back and walked over, "Hola," the girl greeted, "I'm Xiomara Rojas, you're to show me around," the heavily accented french sounded out of her voice, the usual confidence and the confident smile which settled on her lips matched it. She glanced the girl up and down before deciding she didn't look that bad at all, definitely attractive, but perhaps the first day was not the time to be hitting on her. Xiomara shifted her stance slightly checking her slightly heeled school shoes before letting her gaze settle back on the girl in front of her, "You are head girl, does that come with responsibilities" the teen said, switching into spanish half way through the sentence when she couldn't come up with the French before repeating the entire sentence again in a slower pace.
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[Hilda Raison]

Hilda looked ahead as someone followed her into the empty classroom. Someone managed to find her. Ah, one of the new students. Hilda looked the girl up and down. She was amazingly beautiful. Something that she wanted to get into one day. Hilda was not exactly shy about who she liked, but she could never find someone up to her standards. She adored females. Their skin, their legs, everything about them. The grooming was an art. The girl introduced herself as Xiomara Rojas. Hilda took out the waded list, and saw her name on it. Making sure that no one was pulling her string. The girl was having some trouble with staying in French, which she didn’t have an issue with. After hearing and understanding the sentence spoke at a slower pace, Hilda held her hand out for her to shake, “Hilda Raison. And it does come with all the responsibilities you can think of.” Hilda looked behind Xiomara, before smirking, “Looks like you have me all to yourself. Do you really want me to show you around or would you rather skip the whole boring part and just hang out with me?” Hilda might have been a role model, but she would skip class if she wanted, and would break the rules as long as she did not get caught. It depended on what Xiomara wanted to do.​