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Nordic Witch 
Roxxy walked out into the courtyard to get away from the bustlings students and general clammour. She needed some peace and quiet to read the latest letter from home. Entering the courtyard the brown haired lion stopped to sit down one of the empty benches. Pushing off her shoes she drew her legs up under her chest and started to read the letter that was from her father.
When she had finished reading Roxxy cried out "What? No it can't be? Has my mother lied to me all my life? I'm not a muggleborn?" Dropping the letter to the ground Roxxy buried her head in her hands and started to cry utterly confused.
Trixie made her way back to the Courtyard. It was certainly chilly, but it was December so there was nothing really out of the ordinary. The Blonde shivered a little as she strolled across the paved flooring making her way to no where in particular. It was great to get a little fresh air after having been so tired these past few weeks. It was a good job the Christmas holidays were soon otherwise she would collapse with tiredness.
However, once the sixth year had made her way over to the opposite side of the Courtyard to where she had been, she spotted a younger student burying her head in her hands. Being an older student, Trix decided that it was her duty to go see if she was alright and upon arriving next to her, the Blonde deciphered she was in fact crying. Biting her lip, Trixie sat down on the bench, a concerned look on her face.
"Are you okay?" she asked, soft tone and all. The Slytherin could be nice, it just depended on the company whom she was with. Some people just brought the sarcasm out in her.