Claudia Dubois
Sat Oct 7, 2017 09:47

Her head was feeling exceptionally full of thoughts that morning, which was close to being overwhelming for a person who believed she had more thoughts that the average person anyway. Or, perhaps not more thoughts, but the sort of intrusive thought that took over your brain and refused to let you focus and anything including where you were going or whether or not you were biting your nails, that sort she believed she had more than her fair share. Claudia worried about being with people, about being along, about standing out, about blending in, about how people thought about her, about why she cared about how people thought about her, about her perfect fingernails but occasionally bloody palms and purple bruises down the length of each thigh. She had a tendency to overthink everything, from her homework assignments to her attire; from her food selections to her social interactions. Her brain was always full.

Today the third year was also worrying about which classes she would take next year, which seemed to carry far more weight than simply deciding which lessons she enjoyed more than others. To begin with, she hadn't taken the elective classes before, and even a brief taster session would not be sufficient to equip her to properly decide whether she wanted to spend the next four years studying it. It wasn't as though she had even the slightest clue what she might want to do with herself after school, either. Obviously she would marry well to an eligible pureblood but that didn't necessarily mean she wouldn't work or study; her mother had written and illustrated children's books, and she had a cousin who’d traveled to study music, but Claudia didn't have any existing passions of that sort. She liked to learn, and she enjoyed seeing results of her work, but nothing had fascinated her yet. How was she supposed to decide on a curriculum without knowing where she was headed?

All that was going on at the same time as being thirteen years old, and trying to work out who she was as a person right now, nevermind years down the line. It was confusing and exhausting, and no wonder Claudia walked a little close to a sculpture, catching her satchel on it without noticing. Consequently the strap tore from the bag, causing it to slip instantly from her shoulder and spill its contents across the corridor. The textbooks and parchment simply landed with a thwump, the top most pages sliding a little from their stack, but assorted bottles of ink, nail polish and cosmetics products rolled away from her as they pleased.

Cheeks colouring instantly, even as she ducked her head hoping that her dark blonde hair would fall forwards and conceal her embarrassment (she had mercifully worn it loose that day), Claudia set about gathering her belongings. She hadn't yet mastered the summoning charm - it wasn't usually taught until fourth year - so she had to bend and pick everything up by hand. She didn't know whether she was mortified or relieved to discover someone had decided to assist her.

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