Closed It's never too late to make friends

[Arielle Marchand]

Now that Arielle was in her final year at Hogwarts, she had to make the most of it, though she was quickly running out of ideas on what she could do. After both of her twins had left her to her own devices, so to speak, one of them having transferred out, the Gryffindor had felt abandoned, and frustrated. She had transferred out after their second year, and she still felt a bit lonely at Hogwarts. Maybe, she should have just done the same, because she totally understood why Amelie had left, but New Zealand wasn't bad at all. Arielle enjoyed her time here, despite everything. It was a pity she didn't make more friends than she had already, although the seventh year was easy to make happy. She had never been a complicated kid to please. She decided that before the semester got into full swing, and people started to get busy with their NEWTs or subjects in general, she'd be outdoors, to spend some time with herself. Arielle knew herself and therefore knew she wouldn't try because she did not see the point in it since she already knew what she wanted to do when she was out of school. She wasn't going to stress about classes, that was for sure. She settled on a patch of grass, the air was chilly but she didn't mind. She cracked open the novel she was reading, and began to read, hoping not to be disturbed anytime soon.​

@Brayden Chevalier ​

 

[Brayden Chevalier]

Brayden Chevalier was glad that he was in his final year at Hogwarts. His blue eyes looked over the lawns as he walked toward the lake. He was a little bored, so he needed to find something to do. Jemma Potter was busy right now, and Brayden did not want to bother her cousin. He was cool, in Brayden's books. The Slytherin made his way to the toward a girl that he saw was resting on the grass, reading. She looked a little chilled during this weather. Brayden was raised partially in Europe, so winters here were amazing to him. He never even needed a scarf. He only wore one from time to time because it would complete an outfit. He sat down on the grass in from of her, and recognized her as Arielle Marchand. To his utter delight, she was gorgeous. Her hair was brown, silky and wavy. She looked focused, so she knew what she wanted (likely not to be bothered but Brayden didn't care). "You look rather dashing today, Arielle," Brayden complimented, which was rare. He was known not to associate himself with others much unless he found them to be beautiful. It was commonly known because Brayden was not shy about it at all.​