selcouth // h. granger

◤dés vu◢

deh-voo /(dɛ:s vu)/
verb; French
knowing that an experience will become a [significant] memory

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By the end of the week, Elara declared Lynn Curtis the second best thing to happen to this Earth. The first was Hermione Granger.

She had learned that Lynn also enjoyed Potions and Ancient Runes but struggled in every other class. Lynn also had many classes with Elara; therefore, Elara saw Lynn a lot and even chose to sit with her in Charms starting Tuesday. And thus, due to a conversation that went particularly well on Legilimency, they started hanging out outside of class.

The two hit it off instantly since they shared many interests and experiences. For example, Lynn had grown up in America and went to Ilvermorny until the end of her second year due to getting expelled. And then she went to Durmstrang and got expelled again. So, she was at Hogwarts now. Lynn told her that she had played one too many pranks in her years at each, consequently getting expelled.

Elara didn't see that as a downside, but as the opposite, as she had been pondering which one of her friends would like to play pranks with her since Fred, George, and Lee had gone before Lynn turned up. On Wednesday, she told Lynn that. Lynn was astonished and told Elara that she had been to their shop in Diagon Alley once and already considered the Weasley twins idols.

And even better, Lynn knew a lot about Legilimency. When Elara said a lot, she meant a lot, as Lynn's knowledge easily rivaled her own. Lynn knew how mind analysis worked and the different kinds: visions, hearing thoughts, and emotions. She shared the same view on each as well, saying that even though she had not tried just yet, hearing thoughts compared to the other two would be much more appealing.

If Lynn Curtis was anything, she was hyper. She could probably run down the longest hallway in Hogwarts in less than thirty seconds and was always bouncing in her seat excitedly. Even in Ancient Runes, which was usually a written class and not doing anything hands-on. But alone with fellowship, she was more laid back and chill, usually accompanied by a smoke and legs sprawled out in front of her, no matter where she was. She was casual and laid back, but ecstatic and fluttery all at the same time.

Lynn knew how drained Legilimens could get, and even throughout the one week she had known Elara, she was always one of the first to offer her water or run down to the Great Hall to grab her a snack after their last class. And the only person who challenged her in that area (being the first to offer things) was Hermione.

Although Lynn practiced Occlumency, Occlumency could be faulty, and to be quite honest, Elara enjoyed settling down and relaxing with Hermione. Not that she told Lynn about the meetings with Hermione, of course, but if the choice arose, Elara would choose Hermione without hesitation. Because she was sure that if she tried extremely hard to read Lynn or caught her completely off guard, she could read her. Hermione, on the other hand, she most definitely would not be able to. Believe me. She's tried.

The following Saturday, the broom Elara ordered came in. Nimbus 2001- there were better versions from Nimbus out now, but she didn't want to spend a lot of money and run out. She also didn't want to look dumb with a lower version than this, as at the very least everyone on the Slytherin Quidditch had a Nimbus 2001 and up.

"Sweet," Blaise grinned when it arrived by owl, and Elara hurriedly hid it under the table, "tryouts are scheduled for next Sunday. If we practice every day, we should be able to get enough practice in before then."

"Every day!?" Elara nearly spat out her coffee. "Is that how often regular practices are?"

Draco shook his head, then shrugged. "Close to games, it's similar, though." It seems as his mood had lightened a bit at the talk Quidditch, yet Elara still couldn't read him. And what was worse, Elara couldn't read Pansy or Blaise, either. She hadn't found a good time to talk to them about it, with the amount of homework being bestowed upon them. N.E.W.T. essays were no joke.