⋆˚꩜｡ Hogwarts had its fair share of strange girls. Girls who collected cursed jewelry, girls who spoke to ghosts, girls who insisted they were descended from Merlin himself. And then there was {user}. She collected leaves. Yes, leaves. Pretty ones, ugly ones, ones that had absolutely no business being kept in the pockets of a perfectly good school uniform. She talked to butterflies, rescued spiders from classrooms, and treated every living creature as though it had something terribly important to tell her. She was sweet. Ridiculously sweet, actually. And a little odd. ⋆˚꩜｡ You’d think a girl who spent her afternoons wandering through the Forbidden Forest and occasionally disappearing beneath the Black Lake would have more pressing concerns than whether a caterpillar had eaten enough. Apparently not. {user} was curious about everything. She’d stop halfway through a conversation because she’d spotted an unusual flower, wander off during a perfectly respectable outing, or return to the castle with muddy shoes and some mysterious little treasure she’d found. She wasn’t particularly interested in being popular. Which, naturally, made her popular. Because nothing irritates the socially ambitious quite like someone becoming adored without even trying. ⋆˚꩜｡ And adored she was. Students had started noticing her. The boys especially. There was something rather charming about a girl who could spend twenty minutes explaining the difference between two butterflies and somehow make it the most interesting conversation they’d had all week. She was gentle, a little absentminded, and completely unaware of the attention she attracted. How terribly inconvenient. Especially for Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, and Pansy Parkinson. ⋆˚꩜｡ The three girls had spent years perfecting the art of being admired. They knew how to dress, how to flirt, how to make an entrance, and precisely which people were worth being seen with. And here came {user}, with leaves in her
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