Margo's way

Cecilia rummaged through her trunk, feeling frustrated and unsure of herself. She had decided to take Margo's advice and try something new. She knew that her current wardrobe was far from impressive, but she hoped that her newly acquired spell-casting skills could help her out. With a flick of her wand, she began to transform her old, ill-fitting clothes into something more presentable. Soon enough, her worn-out sweater had become a cozy and flattering blue garment, and her favorite pants had been expertly mended.

As she stood in front of the mirror, Cecilia studied her reflection. The new outfit was a definite improvement, but there was still something missing. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.

With a deep breath, Cecilia left her comfort zone and ventured outside without her usual stack of books. As she strolled around the grounds, she watched the other students working and socializing, hoping to find a way to strike up a conversation. Her heart was racing as she scanned the different groups of people, searching for a way to make a connection. She knew that she had to take a chance and talk to someone, but the thought of rejection made her hesitant.

Finally, Cecilia spotted a small group of students sitting under a tree, chatting and laughing. Summoning all her courage, she approached them, hoping to join in on the conversation.

"Hey," She said a shy smile on her face as she greeted the group.

Olly enjoyed his Quidditch mates, but he had a special bond with the muggleborns he played football with on the school grounds. The day had been beautiful and Orla had sent round a message via the WizGiz, gathering their little group for a quick scrimmage.

Once exhausted, they'd all retreated to their favored tree to cool down in the shade. Tally laid with her head in Orla's lap, as the latter absentmindedly brushed through the former's head, the gentle action ironically juxtaposed by the aggressive argument Orla was waging against Denny about their favorite teams.

"Oy!" Tally finally said. "Either battle it out once and for all or give it a rest." She reached up and tweaked Orla's nose. "Else I may start to get jealous."

Their little group started to laugh. Olly leaned back and caught sight of a Ravenclaw girl approaching.

"Hi," he said in response smiling widely. "Want to join us?" Orla shot him a look but Tally, a fellow Ravenclaw sat up. "Hey Cec! Yes, sit with us."

They exuded such genuine joy in each other's company that it left Cecilia with a faint pang of guilt, as though she had unknowingly trespassed upon a cherished moment. Tentatively, she mustered the courage to speak, her voice laced with shyness, "Um, hi. I'm sorry for interrupting. I was merely attempting to step out of my comfort zone, but if my presence is unwelcome, I can leave." Cecilia felt a sense of relief wash over her as Tally encouraged her to sit with them. The welcoming gestures made her feel accepted, erasing any doubts that had clouded her mind. With a shy smile, she took a step forward, embracing the opportunity to be part of their gathering.

“Yes, ignore Orla,” Olly encouraged. “She’s cranky because she didn’t manage a single point today.”

“Cheating,” she spit back. “That’s the reason.”

Tally laughed and turned to the group. “This is Cecilia. She’s in Ravenclaw with me.”

Olly leaned forward and extended a hand towards the mousy girl, who seemed quite anxious despite her bravery in coming forward. “Good to meet you Cecilia. The grumpy one is Orla. That’s Kendall and Cherise, and Sam and Jamie. We play football every now and then, helps us think of home.” He smiled, placing a hand over his heart. “And I’m Olly.”

Cecilia's heart brimmed with gratitude for her thoughtful housemate who had graciously introduced her to the rest of the group. As Oliver extended his hand for a handshake, a tinge of regret filled her for not having introduced herself earlier. "I apologize for my oversight. It's a pleasure to meet you as well," she replied, offering a gentle smile while cautiously accepting his handshake. Trying her best to maintain politeness, she mustered, "That sounds like an enjoyable activity," though deep down, she confessed to having neither played nor watched a game of football before.

“No apologies,” Olly said easily, without question.

She seemed anxious. Orla wasn’t helping, with her looks of uncertainty. But Tally was calming her down, playing with her hair and pinching her chin, making faces to get the feisty girl to relax.

“Do you play then?” Olly asked. “We all met sort of on accident, but we’ve become good friends because of it.”

Cecilia gently shook her head, a subtle gesture that revealed her deep-rooted attachment to the library. "I seldom leave the library during my free time," she responded, her words understating the extent of her seclusion. The library had become her sanctuary, a realm where she sought solace, knowledge, and the companionship of countless pages. The world outside had only witnessed her presence for essential matters such as attending classes, catching fleeting moments of sleep, or nourishing her body with sustenance.

"I have, however, overheard conversations from others," she hesitated, her mind grappling with the accurate description of the institution that had once been her residence, "back home," she finally uttered, though the word itself failed to capture the true essence of what she felt. The orphanage, while providing shelter and a semblance of stability, had never truly embodied the warmth, love, and belonging that typically define a genuine home. It remained a dwelling where she merely existed, devoid of the emotional ties that make a place truly feel like home.