 Mentions of Eden, Layla & Bianca Little Fox | ½ of Lauralie | Ravenclaw...?? *overthinks* | #HouseNATARINA
Pretty much the only that made being around so many people bearable was having familiar faces, and Eden's was the most familiar of all. Clara grinned back at her, squeezing her slightly, before rolling her eyes. "You wouldn't deny me a seat, would you?" She made a face. "I'd have to sit next to ... other people." SHUDDER. That thought didn't appeal to her in the slightest.
She hip-bumped the bag away, grinning more. "I'm glad. Same goes for you, you know?"
Clara listened intently to Eden, trying to block out everyone else's noise as she did, though it was difficult as she could also SEE everyone thanks to the desks and chair being set up in a semi-circle. Though how sound and sight were connected in this situation, she did not know. "I like science subjects, too, and wand subjects and ... most subjects, actually," she said, bouncing slightly in her seat. "I'm sure you'll enjoy subjects which you'll need a wand for soon enough. It's a lot to do with practise," she reassured her with a grin, then looked up sharply as someone else sat down on Eden's other side.
The girl looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place a name ... that was, until Eden said it. Clara gave the girl a once over, trying to resist the urge to judge too much, but ... heh. She seemed really ... NICE ... and proud? Of herself? "I'm Clara, as you now know," she said, looking to Eden who'd introduced her, and grinned. "It's nice to meet you, Bianca. Interesting name," she said honestly and plastered a smile of her face. She didn't seem too bad so far, not that she was trying to pick faults or anything. She was about to answer her question, too, when she looked up and saw Layla walking towards them.
But as soon as Clara made eye contact with her ... she walked off in a different direction. Ouch.
Clara turned to Eden, who was sending her looks and appeared to be fretting about it. She put her hand on top of her friends and patted it, shrugging. "Don't worry about it too much, she just doesn't like me very much." And the feeling was mutual ... which was a little bit of a shame because she hated putting Eden in the middle of it. |