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Louisianna 
"Feminine!?" Evelyn giggled, "It's funny you say that, because I'm actually named after a man, Evelyn Waugh. He's my dad's favourite author or something like that. But I personally think it's a very pretty name. I hope I wear it well."
Wesley looked at Evelyn's robes and asked about them. "Oh my gosh," Evelyn looked down at her robes too, smiling and shaking her head at herself, "I was talking to someone and they made me laugh just as I was taking a sip of my cranberry juice. I spilt it all over myself." Evelyn stopped, not wanting to bore Wesley with the whole story. "So, what are you working on there? Homework? I can leave you alone if you want. I'm not someone who finds silence awkward or uncomfortable."
"Oh!" Oh dear. Wesley was not expecting that. Turning bright red, the Hufflepuff began waving her hands wildly in front of her face in a windshield wiper-like motion.
"I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry! It is pretty, and you do wear it well. I'm so sorry!"
Glad to be moving on, Wesley nodded as Evelyn talked, face sympathetic.
"One time, I was practicing for my Transfiguration Final, and I made my orange juice walk into my lap. I had to take the test with a sticky skirt." She understood what it was like.
"Me? Oh!" The teenager turned around, glancing at the book she had been studying and had completely forgotten. Just looking at it made her feel sick.
"Astronomy," she sighed, giving a bashful smile.
"I think it's my worse class," the Hufflepuff confided in a whisper.
Wide-eyed, Wesley shook her head.
"No, no, you're fine. Really. Are you all done with the assignment?" Maybe, maybe Evelyn could help her.