𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, Regulus Black

two

[We blame society but we are society]

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"You know what? This is unfair! How could I possibly get a detention before I've had my breakfast? This school treats their students horribly!" Velda wasn't quite sure if she had missed Asher's constant rambling or if she was about to smash his own breakfast in his face to shut him up.

Asher Juneberry was probably her closest friend in Ravenclaw. The students of her own house never really seemed very fond of her. It was not like she was a particularly loud person but she wasn't afraid to speak her mind and to question things, even when no one asked for her opinion. That's why she often lost house points for interrupting the teacher and therefore the lessons.

While other Ravenclaws seemed to mind her demand for simple knowledge, Ash Juneberry was delighted to grace her with his presence. Which was sometimes a blessing and a curse.

When Velda had first met him, she had asked herself why he hasn't been sorted into Gryffindor. He was stupidly brave and reckless which often led to them having detentions together. But after spending enough time with him, Velda had noticed that he was graced with an outstanding intelligence that led him to top marks without much effort.

Besides, Asher was one of the most creative people she had ever met. His notes were always covered in astonishing doodles and sketches while his fingers tapped onto the desk in a constantly changing rhythm, yearning to fly over the strings of his guitar.

After listening to his complains for another few minutes, Velda grabbed a piece of bread out of the basket in front of her and threw it at his face.

"Oi," his eyebrows furrowed as the bread collided with his nose and the fell onto his plate, "Thanks for the bread but I didn't asked for another."

"Then stop grumbling about your detention Ash," she raised a hand to silence him when she saw that he was about to speak again, "Tell me about your holidays or anything else but please shut up about your detention."

Asher leaned back and stretched his arms over his head with a yawn. "Well, well, where do I start?" He tapped his fingers against his chin "There was this guy... Carl I think, who wanted to date my mother but she refused," he leaned his body over the table and whispered with wide eyes "Mum said he hates cats, therefore is her answer completely understandable."

Velda let out a laugh as she imagined the scene in her head. This seemed to be a thing Annabeth Juneberry would say.

She was a particular woman; dating a new guy every three months, only to break up with them because they said something about her precious cats. She has a lot of cats, Velda was convinced that even Miss Juneberry herself wasn't able to count them all.

"But then there was another guy, I forgot his name, who ended up dating my mother but I don't think it's going to last long. A few days ago he said that he prefers black cats, meaning that, in my mother's opinion, he discriminated all cats that aren't black."