Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 23:56:49 GMT -5
Noelle nearly sent her desk crashing to the floor as she popped from her seat as soon as the words “class dismissed” left the professors mouth. Snatching her bag from the ground, she swung it over her shoulder in a whirl of cloak and swishing blonde hair as she darted from the classroom. Why she had thought Arithmancy would be an easy class was beyond her now, she had been kicking herself ever since the first day of classes. Who would have thought that a class that involving predicting the future would be awful? Noelle couldn’t wait to get out of that stuffy classroom and back to the common room for some much needed down time. She stuffed her hefty textbook into her bag as she went, carefully avoiding the rather large group of first year Vallen brats chattering in the hallway taking up far too much space, but then again, first years always did. For some reason every first year felt possessed to stand directly in the middle of the hall talking nonsense with 20 of his or her closest pals making it nearly impossible for anyone to get into class on time. Noelle had become so irritated by it that the sixth year had taken to strolling right in the middle of their little group and bumping into whoever came close enough to make contact with.
The normal hustle and bustle carried Noelle down the hallway amidst the calls of friends and acquaintances as they made their own ways through the crowds. Smiling to herself, Noelle could not help but enjoy the continual greetings as her classmates passed her, there were very few on this campus that she gave any attention to, but most of her fellow Gaston had earned their places in her good graces. After all, what was the point of school if you didn’t have friends and connections that would get her through her later life? Her father had always taught her to make friends with the best of the best and the Gaston were just that, the best of the very best at Beauxbatons….well, most of them were. The sorting sometimes seemed to forget to weed out some of the less desirable students at let them try and wear the silver and green with pride, but it just never seemed to fit them right. You could spot a true Gaston from miles away, and Noelle and her friends, they were the definition of what a Gaston should be: good looking, pureblood, wealthy, smart, funny, the list could truly go on forever.
Carefully painted nails reached for her throat as she made her way up the stairs toward the east wing. Tugging at the scarf that hung around her neck, the knot slowly loosened its grip on her skin. With a satisfied sigh, Noelle made her way toward the courtyard, following behind a group of giggling Vallen made her roll her eyes; they were always quite the bothersome bunch. The girls giggled and joked with each other, taking up the entire span of the hallway, leaving Noelle trapped listening to the incessant carrying on. Thankfully, the group quickly made its way down another hallway, leaving Noelle to her own devices. The blonde couldn’t stand the Vallen and their boisterous nature, at least the Doux kept to themselves most of the time. They were nothing more than flashy show offs who wanted nothing more than to have all eyes on them; it was sickening.
Making her way into the courtyard, pulling her cloak around her shoulders to ward off the chill in the air. The days have quickly been getting shorter and colder, much to her dismay and it would only be a matter of time until the snow smattered the beautiful castle grounds. Noelle hated being cold, it was much more difficult to play Quidditch with icy brooms and frozen limbs. For now, the blonde chose to enjoy the fading bit of nice weather and listening to the distant clang of the bell tower.
