walk this way [ella]

[persephone]

Persephone lay curled up on her bed in her dormitory, hiding from the world above her. She'd not had a outburst in a few days, not a major one anyway. Just a small one, where she thought that there was a spider on her face. But lucky for her she had never been too scared of bugs due to her hallucinations, she was only scared of them when they were high in number and attacking her with intent to hurt her. That was the fact that was always fresh on her mind, not all her visions were bad and not all the creatures were out to hurt her. Like now for example, she was on her bed, curled up with a kitten. The kitten was purring again, she always tended to have a kitten with her, even if she was not hallucinating...or at least when she thought she wasn't. It was all the same to her really, as long as she wasn't being hurt or frightened.

There was not one else around here because classes had started, but she had not gone. She had not finished her homework even if she had told her brother she had done it. So with that thought she stretched out on the bed, nudging the kitten away from her before she rolled off the bed. Stretching her arms she glances at the clock, taking a few seconds to work out what time it was. Oh, the first lesson of the day had just finished, so she had until after lunch to finish off the work before she got in trouble. Persephone moved into the bathroom, pulling off the shirt and shorts she was wearing before slipping into the shower. She took a good ten minutes in there, just letting the water run over her before she moved to actually shower. It was five minutes later that she was out of the shower and pulling the towel around her.

She dried herself slowly, towel drying her hair as she went before she pulled out a dress from the wardrobe. She rarely wore her uniform, no one ever said anything any more really because she just smiled softly at them or just pretended not to listen. No one really bothered with her any more, the last thing they wanted was to scare her and have her freaking out. So she pulled on her jewellery humming softly before she grabbed her bag and her Transfiguration books before slipping out of the dorm room. With a small hum and moved through the common room, heading for the portrait to leave the dank dungeons. Silence reached her ears as she walked and there was nothing that would have been done about that.

She wandered around the halls until she found a room that was empty so she could hide and work on her homework. So pulling a chair towards a desk she sat down and opened her book. Flipping through the pages she hummed softly until she found the right page according to the parchment she had scribbled the questions on. Persephone needed to write everything down, just in case she forgot. She sat there, reading and trying to understand the work, but the problem was that she would never ever be able to understand it so there it was. Surely she could have just asked Niko to help her but she had not wanted to bother him so that was the only reason as to why she was sat here on her own. That and Niko was in class right now. Persephone had no classes as far as she knew. She just knew that on these days she slept in. She scribbled out the sentence she had spent the last ten minutes writing before she sighed.

“Das ist schwer.” [1] she murmured softly.

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[1] “This is hard.”

[ELLA AMELIA SMITH !]

Ella Smith
I'm in the business of misery
Let's take it from the top

Ella had pretty much memorized when which room were free. This was also her free period. She sighed for any normal person a quiet place to study would be the library. However life was not so simple when practically everyone hated you for the worst reason in the world. Because of your blood. Ella's natural instinct was to avoid crowds and places that are obvious she is going to be. Ella did not like to embrace her role as target practice for the purebloods. She had Transfiguration after her free so she was heading for the empty class room she knew was on the same corridor.

Of course unlike any other person with free periods in the morning she could not sleep in. If she slept in someone would find it funny to wake her up themselves. She preferred to get up and be out before anyone could course her trouble. She was used to this behaviour by now however. It came naturally to her to move through the shadows keeping her head down and unnoticed if at all possible. She had slung on her robes, of course they were too small but she was in her last year at Hogwarts and she was not going to spend precious money on new ones, well money she didn’t have. She had grabbed the day’s books plus some homework. Ella had done all that day's work, but there was always more to do, not always her own. One foot drifted in front of the other as she made her way down the corridor.

She saw the classroom she wanted ahead and walked towards it. She quietly opened the door and closed it behind her without looking inside the room. Her hazel eyes swept over a girl. It took her a second to register that it was a student, and another second to realise who it was. It was one of the Slytherins, but it was one of the ones she knew almost nothing about. She most of the Slytherins in her year because most of them had called her names or pulled a prank on her in the past 7 years. However this girl had never been near her. The word Zwolft came to mind and she remembered seeing her brother about. She also remembered because it was German sounding name and Ella had learned German as a child. She wasn't completely fluent but enough to get the jist. However Ella had been audience to one of her fits. She eyed the girl curiously then smiled politely giving her the benefit of the doubt. After all if she hated this girl for her pureblood then she was no better than them. Ella's light smile stayed with her " Sorry mind if study in here too" she had noted the quill in the girl's hand and books. Ella's voice held a light Irish lilt to it. She sat down too however not too close to the girl she still didn't know if this girl was friendly or not. The girls in her dorm said she was mad; however Ella ignored them, and was waiting to see for herself what the girl was truly like. Ella knew about the pureblood interbreeding and how much damage it can do.

[persephone]

Persephone scribbled something out again as she sat there, her legs were crossed under her, in the way that one would expect royalty to sit, but she only say like that because it was comfortable. She really did not care too much about her looks because she had other things to worry about, like how crazy she was and just how she could seem saner than she was. It was hard due to the fact that she was prone to those hallucinations which would bring attention to herself. Nico tried to help as much as he could but she did not want him giving up his life to help her. She was trying to be independent but at the same time was well aware of just how much she relied on her brother. It was a sad affair that she needed him so much, but no one else would help her, so she had to let him.

Nico sacrificed a lot for his sister and she was only aware of some of the extent, but really, she had not planned on being born ill, she had not planned on being a freak, crazy or anything really. Were it up to her she would be invisible and forgettable, it would be easier to the world if she just wasn't around but then again she was scared of death, she was scared of being totally alone and if she lost her brother...well that would be the end of her really. Seph flipped the page and looked at it, expecting the answers to pop up at her from the pages. But that was not the case, that was never the case, if only she were that lucky. A small creature resembling a glow worm crawled across her desk, wriggling around and she giggled softly as she poked it with the feathered part of her quill, murmuring for it to go away that she had work to do. No distractions were wanted.

She hummed softly as it made its way off her page, leaving a trail of slime which when she brushed over it with a finger she found it was not there. Great. Anyway, where was she? Oh yes, question four out of ten. She hadn't even started yet really. She'd gotten distracted once and bothered by the worm the next time she'd actually started. She read the extract again, for what felt like the tenth time before she trailed a finger over the answer to the question. This one was simple. At least that's what she thought it was. So she wrote it out, word for word as it was found in the book before adding a sentence more of explanation. This was an easy question. Straight forward really. Feeling rather proud of herself for answering a question all by herself she moved onto the next one just as the door opened.

Being halfway through the questions had lifted her mood and she glanced up, her grey eyes widening as they fell on the figure of a girl. She had no idea who it was, or even what year she was, the only thing she knew was that she was a Ravenclaw. Then again that was only due to the blue tinge to her robes. She smiled softly, albeit a bit timid, she was not used to people actually wanting to stay in the same room as her, so this worried her a bit. Maybe this girl was here to call her names? Or maybe she was a hallucination...or something. Oh dear, Seph was rather unsure at the moment and that caused a hint of a frown to appear on her face before she replied. “Nein, I don't mind.” she murmured, her voice soft yet yet her German accent would forever be there as she rarely spoke in English.

Persephone remained quiet though, unsure really and went back to her work. She needed to get this done. She hated transfiguration it was complicated and utterly...langweilig [1]. She hated it. She shook her head a bit, turning her bracelet on her arm before she looked at the next question and wrote out the proper way to start a reply. It was easy, that bit anyway. She spent the next few minutes silently staring at the page looking for the answer. With a small hum and a smile she found what she thought was correct and wrote it down.

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[1] boring

[ELLA AMELIA SMITH !]

Ella Smith
I'm in the business of misery
Let's take it from the top

Ella's mood was momentarily lifted when the normal reaction of disgust did not appear on the girl's face. She smiled lightly, making her way over to a space as the girl spoke. She noticed the German accent. She set her things down, she grabbed a charms book out of her bag, it was due in two days time but Ella liked to keep on top of things as last minute bits of work normally cropped up. She pulled her quill and ink out and started thinking about the first question then she saw what the girl was doing. She knew it was also due in today. She decided to speak " Transfiguration, Das ist soooo Langweilig". Ella knew this could all be a show to make her lower her guard; the others had played such tricks on her. Ella was hoping the German would help. Ella didn’t have any close friends. None of the purebloods wanted anything to do with her. The half bloods that were kidding themselves stayed away, the ones that would be friendly with were banned from being with her for long periods of time. Ella's only person who she was close to in the wizarding world was the only one considered as bad as her, a Vampire. It made her heart pound to think of Kistin. She sighed unfortunately Kistin could not protect her from those inside Hogwarts and god knows what they would do to her if they found out her new interest in Hogsmeade.

Ella then put her head down and started to work. Charms was one of her favourite lessons. Her other favourite was potions. Although potions had one problem, one huge problem. Professor Malfoy hated her, and he hated her more due to despite being trodden down on in class she was still very good at his subject. She was making her way through her work when she noticed the girl struggle. She eyed her out of the corner of her eye and then the work she was trying to do. Ella eyed her bag and opened it. She brought a finished version of what the girl was doing, she quickly skim read it to get the jist of what the work was about and replaced it in her bag. " Erm sorry to interrupt, but do you want some help; it’s the stuff due in today right?" She looked up at the girl her hazel eyes watching her carefully. Ella was testing her, if she was one of them, she would demand her help even if Ella then refused. However she was wondering, the girl they said was insane, maybe she was the only decent one of them, or maybe you had to be truly crazy to hang with a muggleborn.

[persephone]

Persephone smiled softly as she wrote, she was doing good. Her writing was curly, as if she didn't know how to stop the curls, it was very neat though, which was apparently an odd thing when it came to people with her disorder. They tended to have very messy writing, but since she had nothing else to do all day as people didn't like her, she had a lot of time to work on her penmanship. It was with a hum that she started on the next question, knowing full well that they would get harder as she went. There was nothing that could be done about that though. Persephone was the worst type of outcast, she was not taking in by any of the groups. Any of them. So there was no point in her trying to make friends, they would all just call her crazy anyway.

There was one thing that Persephone did not take easily, she did not like being asked if she wanted help. Being independent meant that she wanted to do things by herself, and it was part of the reason why she did not like bothering Nico, he seemed to just want to help her and it bothered her greatly. She didn't want to be a bother to people, but there was nothing to be done about it really. She smiled softly before she frowned when she did not understand one of the questions. Her eyes glanced up every once in a while to check if the girl was there or if she had disappeared like many of her hallucinations but the girl remained stationary.

She nodded softly at the first time the girl spoke, not noticing the fact that she had spoken in German, that was the problem, she couldn't discern between things, but then again, that was not her problem, she could do anything about it. Persephone stared at the page as she tried to work out the answer, but she was there for a long while before she gave up .This was not working, she didn't understand what the question was asking. This was one of the many problems that Seph had when it came to her work. She just couldn't understand it.

As the girl spoke again she glanced up, her eyes grey and wide. Someone wanted to help her? What? This was new...and she had no idea how she was supposed to respond to that. The girl wanted to help with her work. The work that was due in soon. But Seph didn't want to be a burden so she shook her head slightly. She couldn't just let this girl help her, it was not right. “Nein...thank you.” she murmured softly pulling her eyes back to her paper. Seph did not...need the help. Oh merlin. She did need the help but she couldn't epect the girl to sacrifice her time for her. Persephone, the crazy girl with the fits. But she had to admit that she really was struggling on question seven. After that there was two more to go, but she had to finish number seven first. One question at a time.

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[ELLA AMELIA SMITH !]

Ella Smith
I'm in the business of misery
Let's take it from the top

Ella's script was a slanted neat one, she also wrote very fast. Her hand flew across the page. Ella's eyes were on her work. However she was surprised, this girl had yet to make some remark or play a prank on her. Ella’s fast hand writing came from the overload of work she normally got. As well as her own she was often bullied into doing others. Ella glanced up for a second she saw the girl staring, looking pretty stuck, she wanted to help but neither did she want to intrude. Ella returned to her own work. She remembered the transfiguration work now, the questions were pretty badly worded and difficult to boot. She eyed her charms, scribbling an answer in. Charms was one of her favourites as she understood it easily, transfiguration was boring but she understood it. However when she inquired after the girl, she was surprised with the answer. She eyed the girl for a second smiled kindly then looked back at her work. Normally any pureblood would just have to tell Ella to do it and she would have no choice. The teachers that received work from pupils in Ella’s hand writing were given points for making her do it.


She was just finishing the next question when she heard the door open she looked around and a couple of boys in their year poked their head wands pointed at the two of them. They grinned like a child finding a long lost toy. They mumbled something and Ella's ink exploded on her work books and robes. At the same time the wand pointed at the other girl did the same to her. The boys laughed and called " Crazy girl you better be beating that Mudblood" before they slammed the door shut and locked them in with a spell. Ella could hear them running down the corridor like a bloody herd of elephants.

I know its short but I couldn't really continue without having her reactions =)

[persephone]

Persephone frowned slightly as she read the page over again and again and again until she found the write answer. Scribbling in another answer which was probably wrong she hummed softly and read over the next question. She was still confused and she would be even if Nico had spent hours explaining this to her, that was the problem she had no idea what the questions wanted most of the time so she knew that there was nothing she could do to get the right answer. In that case she left it out. No one commented on the fact that her work was often unfinished. The teachers all knew that she did not understand what she left out. She hummed softly before starting as the door was opened.

She hated being startled like that but in Hogwarts it was a given, there was nothing one could do about that. So she just frowned slightly at the boys, having no idea who they were but she flinched at how they spoke to her, how they called her attention. Now, this was when Persephone started getting upset. She was not crazy. She wasn't there was nothing that she could do about the fact that she was ill. She was too out of it to notice the ink exploding over her but luckily Nico had made sure to cast charms on her parchment and books just incase during one of her visions she knocked over an inkpot and ruined her things. So the ink would not be soaked up, thankfully. Her fingers curled around the quill slightly but it wasn't until the door was slammed shut and sealed that things started to go completely wrong for her.

She took in a small breath, her paranoia starting to work up. Why had they locked her inside here with this girl? Where they going to try to hurt her. She was unaware that she had snapped the quill and the bottle of ink was now on the ground from where she had pushed it away. With a whimper she curled up a bit on her chair as the walls seemed to close up around her. The room was not this small normally...was it? Seph wanted out of the room, she needed to get out of here. She needed Nico. She wanted her brother. Please, she needed him. By this time she had started babbling in German, about needing to escape, about Ella not hurting her. That was something she feared being hurt. She hated the fact that she could not protect herself. She rarely carried a wand on her because she was useless at magic anyway.



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[ELLA AMELIA SMITH !]

Ella Smith
I'm in the business of misery
Let's take it from the top

Ella glared at the door, death written across her face at the boys. She sighed and slid her wand out and tapped the ink which vanished to leave her work untouched. However before could move to the rest of the mess she heard a snap. Ella looked up fast and eyed the girl. Concern flooded through her. Ignoring her ink swamped clothes she got up slowly. She heard the girl start to talk in German. Ella strained to hear it, picking up snippets and getting the jist of her mutterings. Ella then got up slowly and walked to her, again she was slow and measured; she smiled kindly at her and crouched down so she was not above her. She had kept her distance so she would not feel she was closing in too much. Ella then pointed her wand at the door and a resounding click of the lock unlocking filled the room over her mutterings. She then constructed a question from her knowledge of German " Warum würde ich Sie verletzen wollen?[1]" Ella looked calmly at her. Those boys had told her all she needed to know, this girl was an outcast just like her. Although she may be a pureblood. Ella would not hold it against her, she was not like them. Ella remember a girl from her childhood, she had had a condition called tourettes. Ella remember how the girl would insult every one with verbal ticks. It took patients and a lot of understanding to know that the girl was actually a very sweet one.

Ella stayed in her crouching position, putting away her wand. She could see the girl felt distressed still " ich heiße Ella, Wie heißt du?" [2] Ella was trying to distract her from any thoughts that might be making her so frightened. Ella had no explanation for her actions. Maybe it was a longing for a friend at last inside the walls of Hogwarts, she didn't know. She just knew that like she was deemed 'Mudblood', this girl had been deemed 'crazy'. Ella smiled at her then pointed at her robes “I am a mess eh?" Ella had swapped back to English. She drew her wand and pointed at her robes, the ink vanished. She then eyed the broken quill from earlier. Ella smiled kindly at the girl then tapped the quill and it repaired itself “Now let’s see if we can finish this transfiguration". Ella then tapped the desk and the ink that had spilled there, vanished. The continuous pranks of such nature made it easy for Ella to learn magic; she was well practiced at cleaning up spell, repairing charms, and fixing broken noses and fingers. Ella had a lot of practice on herself for the latter. The Slytherin boys did the breaking, she did the fixing.

why would I want to hurt you? [1]
My name is Ella, What is your name? [2]

[persephone]

Persephone was not doing so well. She was panicking and it was not good. She needed out. She wanted out. She had to get out of here before things got even worse than they were. She whimpered a little bit as she spoke, asking for them to leave her alone. For it to stop, she did not want to get hurt, that was the last thing she wanted. No more pain please, even if it wasn't real but all up in her mind. Persephone had never been under Crucio, but sometimes she wondered if the pain that she felt was the same or whether it was worse than that. Who knew really, unless she was placed under the curse and her brother would certainly not allow her to even considering testing it out, just in case her mind became more unstable than she already was.

Through her lashes she saw the girl moving towards her and she shifted back a bit on her chair, as much as was allowed. She didn't want to be hurt. Please. Anything but that. And she was still muttering, murmuring in Germna, speaking quickly without pause. The only pause was to take a shaky breath in order to carry on. She flinched slightly at the calm words in German that were spoken back. This was a hallucination, it had to be. No one else cared. No one else would bother. They would just send for Nico and be done with her. Why would anyone, especially a Ravenclaw bother with Persephone, a crazy Slytherin who was as dull as a broken bulb.

The wand that was being held by the girl did little to calm her frazzled nerves though and it wasn't until it was put away that she felt a tiny bit of her felt a little more relaxed, even if it wasn't enough to work. Oh... so the girl was called Ella it seemed, and Seph would never remember that after this, hell she was barely paying attention now. It was the creatures that were starting to dance around her that were repeating the name, louder and louder until they were screaming it at her. Her hands went to her ears and she held her hands over them as if that would help but she dropped them her eyes scrunched up tight when she realized that it would not help her in the slightest.

“Persephone. Ich heiße Persephone.” [1] she murmured somewhat loudly yet panicked. Why was she giving the girl her name? Why? Well she figured that it would be easier than ignoring her, she didn't seem to want to go away. Yet this Ella girl kept talking to the pureblood freak. Something about being a mess, What was a mess? Her eyes were closed, she could not see anything. So she tentatively opened them, bracing herself to get a nasty shock but was only met with the sight of Ella and her ink stained clothes. Yes, that was a mess. Now why was she thinking about the mess? What did she care about the mess?

“Ja” [2] she muttered quickly before the girl smiled at her, and that jsut confused her. Why was she being so nice? What did she want? Seph watched as the girl waved her wand with little care and fixed things up in a second. Seph would have struggled like mad to get everything done. She was useless really. Curling up a bit on her chair she pulled her long legs close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, she was safe that way. “...tut mir leid. Ich werde gut.” [3]

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[1] My name is Persephone.
[2] Yes.
[3] I'm sorry. I'll be good.

[ELLA AMELIA SMITH !]

Ella Smith
I'm in the business of misery
Let's take it from the top

Ella's eyed were gentle; something within her was making her want to help. A human need to empathise with her. She could not imagine what her world must be like. She could see the girl in a lot of pain, mentally. Ella was trying to calm her, she did not want to try and find someone. It would contradict her golden rule of staying clear of Slytherins. This girl seemed to be the exception to that rule. Ella had been in pain before although it was more physical now. Ella was numb to name calling and childish pranks of the other students. She no longer let the teacher's snide remarks and treatment of her get to her. The girl now had her eyes closed and her hands on her ears. Ella was still crouched and edged a little closer, but then stopped and remained still so the girl still had her space. Ella remained calm as the girl then revealed her name. Ella sent her another smile and spoke in English, if she got the German wrong she was afraid of making things worse " Persephone, that’s a really pretty name, it goes with your pretty dress" She gestured to her dress and they looked back at Persephone " Someone must have charmed it so it wouldn't get messy like my robes". Ella was trying to distract her from whatever was frightening her. Ella remained crouched so she wouldn't be over the girl.

Ella was glad when she seemed to respond to her comment about her own robes. She eyed the girl; she could see already that she would have to wait. Ella had no idea why she was not just leaving. Why could she be bothered with this? Maybe it was the fact that she was trying to be different from the people who called her names. Ella thought it might be the fact this girl had yet to hate her. That was good thing it was rare people didn’t turn her away. Ella then saw the position she adopted. Ella eyed her kindly; her hazel eyes soft and then heard her words. She translated them in her head and then smiled again " No need to be sorry, Its ok, Those boys have gone, and I have unlocked the door and the ink is cleared up so it’s ok Persephone" Ella then stood up straight and stretched then pulled a chair to her so she could sit by the girl. Ella then gestured to the work on the table " are you sure you don't want any help? It's no trouble" Ella asked looking back at Persephone, loose strands of hair that had come out of the loose pony tail Ella had in dropped in front of her face. Ella tucked it behind her ear and went back to smiling kindly at the girl.

[persephone]

Persephone was well aware of the fact that she needed to calm the fuck down before she did something. Had Ella not been here she would have been stuck in this room until someone found her, or rather until her brother tracked her down. Nico could be scary when he was angry, but she'd never had that anger directed at her, which was nice. She didn't want Nico to be angry at her. She didn't want Nico...to give up his life for her. She would have to talk to him. Now that was a laughable affair. She probably would forget what had to be said in the next few minutes. In any case, she would try to remember.

She was called names by everyone, but she ignored them as much as she could. There was no point in getting worked up over it. But still she was not crazy. She nodded softly as Ella spoke again about her dress. Her fingers moved to trail against the puffy silver fabric. Nico had brought her this dress and she loved it to bits. He had cast lots of charms on it so it wouldn't break because of how much she loved it. He'd also cast charms so she couldn't get it dirty no matter what she did with it -she tended to roll about on the ground if she had a fit while sitting on the floor.

“Nico did all the spells on it. You could ask him to do the same to your robes” she murmured softly as her fingers clenched onto the end of the dress. Her words had been innocent, in her mind everyone was nice, when in reality they weren't. She was just a child when it came to those things, she thought that people helped each other. Ella was talking again and Persephone lifted her grey eyes to look at her and nodded softly. Now the girl was on a chair, when had that happened? IT didn't matter really. It was okay.

“No...I'm okay. I can do this...” she murmured but there was a lot of doubt in her voice. She picked out another quill from the desk as well as another ink pot from her bag and looked at the books. She could feel Ella smiling at her, but it was not bothering her at the moment. It would eventually but for now it was okay. The paranoia monster was hidden, now she was just worried about some things the boy had said. She frowned softly after she had scribbled a few words down. “What's...a mudblood?” she asked innocently, much like a child would ask before she carried on as an afterthought, “and why...would I have to...beat you? Beat you at what?”

Oh yes. Persephone had yet to understand the difference between the groups in the school, she'd only been here a while and she really had not paid much attention to those things. She didn't like crowds.

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[ELLA AMELIA SMITH !]

Ella Smith
I'm in the business of misery
Let's take it from the top

She eyed her hands trail over the dress. Ella's plan to distract her seemed to be working. Ella remained calm; she was avoiding having to ask some other Slytherins for help, that’s all that was keeping her here. Well she was trying to convince herself this. This girl must not have head the 'Mudblood' part of what the boys said. Ella looked kindly up at the girl her hazel eyes soft rather than the cold hard wall they normally threw up. The girl then spoke about her robes. Ella assumed Nico was short for Nicodemus, Ella had heard of him in the Slytherins. Ella sighed, was she really that naive? Ella smiled at her after a brief hesitation " It’s ok, I can clean them with magic" Ella looked away at that point, her thoughts drifting about how it would be to be one of them, would she be like one of them and insult muggleborns. Ella often wondered what her life would have been like if things had been different. Ella had always assumed that no pureblood would go near her, but here was this one. Was she naive or just playing her about? Ella seriously doubted the latter as it was pretty hard to fake what she done, but still Ella's years of frustration and abuse from the purebloods was making her hesitate at kindness. It was like she had forgotten what it was like to have a friend that didn't resent being around you or understands you. As Ella had noticed something else, Ella was getting the feeling this girl was an outcast, just like her.

Ella shrugged as the girl said she didn’t want help, although Ella could tell by her voice she did. Ella's eyes then drifted form Persephone to her work. Ella could already see mistakes; in fact one question was completely wrong. Ella noted it was more a misunderstanding of what the question wanted error. Ella stopped looking over her work only when she spoke. Ella looked up and stiffened. How could she ask that? Ella's face dropped and she looked uncomfortable " Erm" She looked away from Persephone as she asked the second question" It’s a name given to someone like me" Ella paused and looked back Persephone, she wasn’t angry, in fact it was the opposite. There was no emotions displayed on Ella's face, her perfect mask of nothing " It means dirty blood, it’s for someone who is muggleborn, as in neither of their parents are witches or Wizards" Ella eyed her then continued " you are pureblood, so in their minds they think they are better and above me because they have a family of witches and wizards" Ella then sighed and shrugged " when they say 'beat', they mean as in beat me up, to make me feel low" Ella then sat back in her chair and stretched " I have become quite the expert on fixing broken noses and fingers. Also and cleaning up ink and repairing clothes and books that people think it is funny to rip up" Ella eyed her, her blank expression was softening a little, but this was a touchy subject. Ella wondered if she had been a fool to point out how the other pureblood behaved towards her.