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Iris looked at the girl with awe. "You.. taught yourself how to play?!" She asked, sounding veery impressed. "Wow." Iris didn't know what to say. This girl was fantastic. Made her want to learn how to play an intrument.
When the girl asked if she had any requests, Iris blushed. Heavily. "Um... I don't know the names of any cello music." She muttered. The prefect stood up away from the pumpkin and moved to sit down next to the girl on the bench.
"I saw you the other day, near the Goblet of Fire..." She said, holding her hands together, "... But I couldn't stick around long enough to see if you submitted your name or not." Iris wasn't sure of if she should go into the details of why that was. But if the girl asked, then she'd happioly tell her that her best friend spent most of the day as a little green bird. "Did you put your name in there?" Iris asked the girl curiously.
Could you imagine... if one of their champions was a Blinded girl? Yes, it would seem strange for her to have been chosen... But Iris figured that she'd have a better chance than a lot of other people in the school.
Realising that the girl didn't know who she was, Iris half smiled to herself. "I'm Iris Beaumont." She smiled at the Ravenclaw girl, "Slytherin Prefect." Teehee. It was still weird to say that.
Ari bowed her head in thanks and smiled widely, surely blushing.
"Thanks again," she giggled.
"Ha!", She laughed, and looked back towards her,
"It doesn't have to be cello. Anything string, I can play. Try me." And then the girl mentioned the Goblet, and instead of shrinking, Ari's smile was frozen. She took a long pause.
"I wanted to. But I mostly went there to put myself in check." She turned towards her fully--the illusion of looking made people more comfortable, usually.
"All these years I've said that I can do anything people with sight can do...And that kinda blew up in my face..." Then, she laughed, open now.
"But I know that the moment anyone tells me I can't, I'm throwing my name in. I'm not good at just saying 'no' to a challenge." She'd been challenged all her life. By her mother. By her other school. By herself. It had taught her to be strong, but it didn't teach her limits. Ari
had to learn her limits.
Ari switched the bow to the other hand and then reached out to shake hands, bowing her head respectfully.
"Arienna Malone. Ravenclaw, sixth year."