RP: Belvina & Caradoc
Who: Caradoc Dearborn & Belvina Black Where: Hogwarts, Great Hall When: 9th September, 2025 Summary: Belvina doesn't want to eat dinner with a Weasley.
Belvina had not made the same mistake twice. She had deliberately left the Potions laboratory earlier than she wanted to to make sure that she was in time for dinner in the Great Hall. She was tired, both from attending the early morning advanced spell-casting and also from working hard on a simple but laborious potion. The spell-casting session had been enjoyable though and it had felt great to really be challenged by people who felt more her equals or - she admitted very reluctantly - her betters.
She considered sitting alone but there wasn't really enough space for her to. Besides, somebody always seemed to come and strike up a conversation and she'd rather choose somebody she wanted to converse with. She was about to go back to her room and ask Dolan for food when she recognised one of the men who had been in the session that morning. Cara-something. He was pleasant to look at and hadn't been overly showy from what she remembered. Could she go over there? Or was it too presumptuous?
Belvina reminded herself that she was a Black. That meant that she could do anything she wanted and in this day and age, nothing seemed improper anyway.
"Hi," She smiled. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
She was adapting, she thought. Just in her own way and one step at a time.