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- 14/05/2040
[Open After Sophia]
Estella was running a bit late to breakfast that morning. When she woke up in her dormitory most of her friends had already left, and she didn’t expect to see them still in the Great Hall at that hour either. The Latina admittedly was tired, and time had been getting the better of her lately. She was still caught up on her flower crowns, wanting to make some more, but it seemed that the flowers in the Hogwarts grounds just weren’t good enough. She made her way into the Great Hall with a rumbling stomach, looking around to try and find someone she knew to have breakfast with. When she spotted a familiar face sitting at the Ravenclaw table, she joined them, feeling that it would be sad for her to sit by herself, despite having never spoken to this person before. “Niklaus, right?” she said, sitting down across from him. She was good with names, but that was about it. “You don’t mind if I sit here? I’m starving.” She began buttering some toast, truthfully not caring anymore whether or not he actually wanted her there.
Estella was running a bit late to breakfast that morning. When she woke up in her dormitory most of her friends had already left, and she didn’t expect to see them still in the Great Hall at that hour either. The Latina admittedly was tired, and time had been getting the better of her lately. She was still caught up on her flower crowns, wanting to make some more, but it seemed that the flowers in the Hogwarts grounds just weren’t good enough. She made her way into the Great Hall with a rumbling stomach, looking around to try and find someone she knew to have breakfast with. When she spotted a familiar face sitting at the Ravenclaw table, she joined them, feeling that it would be sad for her to sit by herself, despite having never spoken to this person before. “Niklaus, right?” she said, sitting down across from him. She was good with names, but that was about it. “You don’t mind if I sit here? I’m starving.” She began buttering some toast, truthfully not caring anymore whether or not he actually wanted her there.