Fate, Re-birth & Eternity

4

History of Magic.

Walking in, she was met with the familiar feeling that Hogwarts and its educating spaces emanated, even if it was decades ago that she last step foot in this class room.

Of course the people were different—as in the students; not the teacher considering the situation that Professor Binns found himself
in, being a ghost and all.

But yes, the students were very different. Before, she would enter a room and there were her friends, who most are way older than her now. Entering her class now she was met by no one.

No one called her name. No one smiled at her as she walked in.

No one.

But then again it's not her they were calling and smiling at.
It was Lily who had all those friends. She had easily made them all adore her.

Blair, on the other hand, wasn't like Lily. Yes, Blair is far from shy and yea, she's kind and smart, but there was something that set her aside from Lily that made it harder for her to make friends or at least that's what she believed.

Spotting an empty chair, Blair sat down, not acknowledging the girl that occupied the seat to her left.

"Do you have a quill I could borrow?" Looking to her left, Blair looks at the girl. Blonde. Pretty. Nice.
"Oh I'm Odette by the way," she sticks out her hand to greet the brunette. "Odette Fitz, Hufflepuff."

Odette was a pretty girl. Kind from first interaction with nothing but pure positivity pouring through her. It was something Blair learned to appreciate about people.

"Blair Mayfield, Slytherin."

Blair reciprocated the kindness, a smile plastered on her lips, eyes shining. "I know," the blonde admitted. "I was there yesterday. You're very pretty you know."

The compliment set Blair back considering Blair was mentally praising Odette visuals.

"Thank you," she smiled, feeling a bit forced.

Blair, before she even knew about past life's, always struggled with her image.
Body and face.
Not that she thought she was ugly or anything but she always felt uncanny about herself. A battle, almost.

Blair handed Odette the quill and turned back to the board, not talking to the girl again throughout the rest of the class.

~

She had to take Defense of the Dark Arts with a man she found to be very peculiar looking but then again, the wizarding world was no stranger to strange so it didn't really bother her.

Walking in, her eyes landed on the student she found most interesting.

"Hey Pragmatist."

Blair made herself comfortable next to the seat claimed by Draco. Ignoring the minor quarrel that had taken place the day before, she found interest in becoming his friend. She wanted to know more.

Blair was a person who felt as if she had almost nothing to be afraid of.

She has had a lot happen to her in multiple life's.
She's lived through sickness, pain, disasters of all kind. Loss. And death.

So sitting next to some guy was the least of her worries, although most girls her age wouldn't be so bold.

"That's what you call a person that's an anti romantic by the way."

He didn't look at her, occupied by the paper plane he was busy creating. "I know what a pragmatist is, Mayfield," he stopped to look at her. "I'm surprised you know of its existence as a word." He was only joking. At least she thought so.