Fiona Grimm had been surviving school thus far, which was much more than she had expected herself to do. Most years started off with a level of pessimism that was bred into her from her own distrust of her abilities to cope with real life. But it had not helped at all that there had been the looming threat of the marriage law and the new halfbreed laws that seemed to supersede even her father's wealth. Before anything had happened with either, however, they had been quashed, leaving Finn to fret about usual life.
She found it easiest, really, to just worry about class. Her History of Magic class had become her saving grace, as it was the dullest, most time-consuming class she had ever taken, and she spent lots of time studying, time she would otherwise be fretting about her usual social anxieties. So, when Ducky and the gang were not around to protect her, she would fill her bag full of books and find the most remote place in the castle to study.
Evander Yaxley had taken to studying with her on occasion. Finn really did not have many friends outside of Ducky and the gang, so it was nice every now and then to interact with someone else she felt safe with that was not full of... Ducky-fueled insanity.
After breakfast that Saturday, Finn pulled gloves on and slipped out of the castle, her knapsack bouncing gently against her back. The air outside was crispy and cold, but it gave her some clarity of mind. She summoned bluebell flames and set it at her feet from her perch at the bench, before pulling out her History of Magic book, beginning her studies.
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by Fiona Grimm Tue Nov 11, 2014 6:57 pm
