Odd Ones Out: Part 2
Lysander thanked her again for picking up some of his things, then nodded.
“Yeah, it’s a large course load but fun I guess.” he said, standing once he hand his things back in his bag.
He looked her over but didn’t recognize her.
“You’re not in my class, are you? Are you a seventh year?"
He found he wasn’t a particularly good judge of age as most students fifth year or older all looked the same to him.
"Sorry for not recognizing you, I don’t want to come off as rude or anything, I just don’t really pay much attention.” he said softly.
Ever since she started at Hogwarts - or possibly even before that - Valeria has developed a particular liking and affinity towards Potions. The fact that a small dose of magically-brewed liquid can change lives, either for better or worse, entices her.
Valeria’s cerulean eyes widen as she replies, “You guess? Are you kidding, it’s more than just fun. Think everything you could do with just one tiny drop.”
The girl could go on and on about what makes Potions more than just a mere subject, but instead, she decides to spare the boy on her thoughts. Though, her parents had always taught her that an intellectual conversation is the best way to figure out a person, a way to find their weaknesses. Valeria, however, thinks of it in a different manner than her deceitful parents: the best way make a friend, to find somebody with similar morals and ideals as her own; to find somebody like herself.
“No, I’m a sixth year,” Valeria responds to his question. He seems like a friendly guy, Valeria thinks, despite what others say about him. “Though even if I were in your year, I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t recognize me. I’m just a wallflower kind of girl, you know?”
There is something about the boy - Lysander; she makes a mental note to herself to address him by name - that makes Valeria feel comfortable to be herself, yet she does not realize this change. For once, in quite some time, the wallflower’s petals are slowly beginning to open; Valeria is beginning to bloom.
