❛ you know you're my best friend, right? ❜
❛ ... yeah. i know. ❜
━━ in which FLORIANE FLORET flies too close to the sun.
ginny weasley x fem!oc
chamber of secrets ➜ deathly hallows
ongoing, started 1-22-2021, ended ?
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It's now routine that whenever Floriane sees Ginny in the corridor between classes, there is an exchange of snarky comments.
Since Floriane won the duel and knocked Ginny's wand out of her hand, the redhead has taken it upon herself to personally remind Floriane of all her shortcomings every time she sees the taller girl.
"Hey, Bore-iane!" she calls one morning after Potions class, walking down the corridor towards Floriane. "Having some trouble with your dried nettles over there, weren't you?"
"Not as much trouble as I had with being around you for two hours, Ginevra," Floriane replies, unperturbed.
Ginny clenches her jaw. The Gryffindor hates being called by her full name and Floriane knows it.
"Hello, Ginny!" Luna says brightly, turning to look at her.
"Oh, hi, Luna," Ginny says, a genuine grin lighting up her face. Floriane narrows her eyes, but Ginny acts like she's not even there.
As Floriane and Luna walk back to the Ravenclaw common room, Luna remarks innocently, "I don't understand why you're so mean to Ginny."
"She started it," Floriane points out. "I have to protect my honor."
"I guess," Luna says, "but you're both my friends and I'd like to be able to spend time with both of you without the two of you fighting all the time."
"I'm sorry," Floriane says honestly.
"Floriane!"
Floriane and Luna both whip their heads around at the sound of a deep, booming voice from behind them. Floriane relaxes when she sees its owner, a knight pictured in the portrait on the wall behind them.
"Henry," she says. "How are you?"
The knight strides up to the front of the painting. "I am well, I suppose," he says in a thick German accent. "A Slytherin boy spat on me today. One of that Malfoy boy's cronies. Don't go around telling everyone I said this, but they seem like trouble. Steer clear of them."
"Noted," Floriane says. "I hope the spit didn't get on your armor."
"Thankfully, I dodged it in the nick of time," he says with a flourish, striking a ridiculous heroic pose. When he turns to look back at the two friends before him, his gaze focuses on Luna. "Is this the Luna you have told me about?"
"Yes, it is."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Henry, sir," Luna says, dipping her head a little. "Or should I call your Sir Henry? Or-"
"Henry is fine," the knight says, cutting her off. "I have been here on this wall for three hundred years and you two are the first students who have bothered to have a conversation with me. I will take what I can get."
Luna giggles at that.
"Did Ginny bother you again today?" he asks Floriane.
"Of course she did," Floriane responds with a slight roll of her eyes.
"Henry, tell Floriane that she should be the bigger person and handle the situation maturely instead of throwing childish insults around in the corridor," Luna says loudly.
"Oh, heavens no!" Henry shouts, throwing his hands up in the air. "You cannot just stand there and allow her to besmirch your good name! You must defend yourself!"
"No wonder you've been so confrontational towards Ginny if this is who you've been getting your advice from," Luna says observantly. Her tone isn't antagonistic in the slightest.
"Excuse you, I give excellent advice!" Henry says indignantly.
Floriane doesn't say anything, but she giggles once her back is turned to the portrait.
When they approach the door to the common room, the riddle is philosophical, somewhat abstract. Floriane lets Luna take this one; she can never understand the riddles that require someone to think irrationally.
"You've just got to open up your mind a little bit, Flor," Luna says, a slight skip in their step as they walk down the corridor to the common room. "You're so stiff." She pokes Floriane's cheek, which makes the tawny-skinned girl laugh a little.
Floriane and Luna have some time before they are called to dinner, and they agree silently that they're both exhausted after double Potions, so they both walk straight through the common room and head right to the dormitory.
The Ravenclaw girls' dormitories look considerably different than they did when Floriane first arrived. In a way, it doesn't even look like the same room. Some bed areas have clothes strewn about and books hastily stacked atop their trunk. Floriane's is like this, except her corner with all her drawings, which is perfectly organized, not a piece of parchment out of place. Even though Floriane has a History of Magic essay due tomorrow that she really should start, she sits in this corner instead and takes out her favorite pencil.
Floriane likes to draw. She's always liked to draw, since she was a little kid. Her father liked to draw, too. Or maybe, she thinks, looking back, he just liked to draw because I liked to draw. Her father always encouraged Floriane do nothing less than exactly what she wanted. When Floriane wanted to go outside and stare at the stars for hours, he would help her onto the roof. When Floriane wanted to scribble on every surface she could find, he'd let her, and ask her mother to magic it away with a laugh. She wasn't nearly as amused.
Floriane's so lost in thought, thinking about her family, that she doesn't even realize the tip of her pencil is broken.
As she sharpens it, with her father's pocket knife and not with magic, her mind wanders back to Ginny.
Ginny, Ginny, Ginny...
Some nerve Ginny has to walk right up to Floriane in the corridor and say the things she says to her face, especially after she lost the duel!
It's all right. Ginny's just joking around, though.
Floriane's pretty sure.
But not completely.
Now she's questioning herself.
Is Ginny joking? Or does she actually hate me? Or does she think I hate her? Or did she not hate me but now after hearing the things I say to her in the hallway, she hates me?
Floriane buries her head in her hands and tries not to think about it too hard.
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When Floriane leaves the dormitory for dinner in the Great Hall, her drawing is nothing but a few pencil scratches on her parchment.
↷ AMELIA SPEAKS ↶ uhh hey guys.. long time no see... yeah i am so so sorry for not updating for 2 weeks but for some reason this chapter was so difficult to write and i don't even like it that much and it's short and i'm sorry aghh but in other news... thank you guys so so much for 500 reads!!! ilysm and your support means the world i hope you enjoyed this chapter! vote and comment if you're so inclined!
