Too clever is dumb

[Lily Grace]

Lily was perfectly happy to keep herself to herself thank you very much. She entered the Great Hall that morning but only to pop in briefly for some food before she planned to head off to the first lesson of the day. She was coming to realise that those she'd befriended in the previous years, weren't all they cracked up to be, and she actually preferred to be by herself than with them. She'd left her bag in the common room, and dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a hoodie, filled a goblet with orange juice and grabbed a croissant from the top of a plate.

One of the people she did speak to, wasn't even in the same house or year as her, and glancing around the room she tried to pick her out the crowd. Unsurprisingly Lily couldn't spot her, but wandering by the Slytherin table t she continued to peer down the isle, hoping that she could at least have a complaining session before her day fully started since neither of the girls liked her usual group. She stepped up onto her tip toes, looking as far down as possible for the girl, but before she admitted defeat she lost her balance, and the full goblet of juice splashed out and across the table. "Oh god" Lily mumbled quietly, frozen in fear and embarrassment as she'd ruined both the table and a few breakfast plates. She knew she should have just stayed in her room.

 

[Fleur Worth]

Fleur was enjoying her breakfast, she could see her roommates doing the same. Across the room she was sure she spotted her close friends, both Gryffindor. She honestly didn't know how she had become so close with two people not even in her own house, it made her wonder if the sorting hat was just wrong about who it put in each house. She could easily see Evelyn being a Slytherin along side her and she knew the girl had more friends in Slytherin than in Gryffindor. Fleur was starting to pick up more friends in the snake house now that she had open herself up to the possibility of reaching out to others instead of waiting for them to come to her. Suddenly a dark color was stretching across the table towards her and spilling over into her lap. Standing she was certain she had let out a cry of protest.

Looking around Fleur's eyes locked on a girl who wasn't even a Slytherin to begin with standing with equal shock on her own face. "Are you 'effing joking right now?" Fleur said her tone harsh as she looked down at her school robes. Luckily they were dark and wouldn't easily get stained. But she didn't know any cleaning spells, never being one to do any sort of cleaning. "What is a Hufflepuff even doing here? Go sit with your fellow mudbloods and stop coming over here ruining our breakfast," Fleur said not holding back her anger. She was fuming mad, more than she had ever felt before. Breakfast was supposed to be a nice time to eat peacefully and now she'd have to trek all the way down to the dungeons and change missing most of the meal time in order to change into her other skirt before heading back upstairs to her lessons.

 

[Isabelle Vernier]

Isabelle sat by herself at the Ravenclaw table, not speaking to any of her housemates as she buttered the toast in front of her and poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice. Despite it not being that far into the semester, the seventh year was missing Link again and during times like these she preferred to stick to herself, not really wanting to get involved in anything that she didn't have to. On the bright side, she was able to take a break from her family again before leaving school which was practically right around the corner. It frightened her to think that soon she would be out of school and having to make her own decisions. She usually already did so herself, but there was also the added pressure of moving out and finding a job, and as the oldest child of the family, she didn't know how she would handle that.

After hearing foul language from the Slytherin table next to her, Isabelle looked up alarmingly, placing down her butter knife gently as she turned around to look at what was happening. Isabelle had only been in an English-speaking country for a couple of years and she already knew most of the terrible words that people said. That kind of language would never be allowed in her household and she often wondered how some people managed to get away with it, especially at such a young age. It seemed that a Hufflepuff girl had accidentally spilled something all over the Slytherin table, and naturally a Slytherin had not taken it very well. It went all over her robes and Isabelle contemplated offering help with a cleaning spell as she considered herself to be quite good at them, but decided not to get involved. Instead, she gaped at the situation, looking directly at the Slytherin girl, hoping nothing bad was going to unfold.