Delphinium || Harry Potter [SPORADIC]

ii. alstroemeria

"Attitude
is a little thing
that makes a big difference."
• Winston S. Churchill •

ALSTROEMERIA / PERUVIAN LILY
friendship, devotion, prosperity

Personality and attitude—they go hand in hand.

Personality can be defined as the combination of characteristics or qualities that form an individual's distinctive character, while Attitude can be defined as a feeling or opinion about something or someone, or a way of behaving that is caused by this.

Attitude depends on the thoughts or opinions about someone or something, and these thoughts or opinions are influenced by personality.

As the famous saying attributed to Frank Ocean goes, "Don't confuse my personality with my attitude. My personality is who I am. My attitude depends on who you are."

Andromache Granger takes pride in trying to treat everyone with the same attitude.

Sometimes, however, this is not a viable option.

One such time being when Professor McGonagall—a tall, dark-haired witch wearing dark emerald-green robes and a stern expression—disappears into the Great Hall after greeting the first-years, and a boy with white-blond hair and pale eyes approaches Harry Potter.

"It's true then, what they were saying on the train: Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts," the blond boy says, prompting murmurs about the 'Boy Who Lived' to break out among the first-years as he introduces his two friends and himself, "This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy... Draco Malfoy."

Ron's snickering at his name prompts Draco to turn his attention to the ginger, his gaze hardening into a judgemental glare.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley," Draco spits harshly, turning back to Harry and saying, "You'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

The Malfoy boy extends a hand for Harry to shake, but the bespectacled boy simply glances at it, already knowing his response.

"I think Harry can decide who he wants to befriend without the sort of help you're offering," Andromache chimes in, her voice soft, but her tone strong.

All eyes dart towards the blue-eyed blonde, sparing glances at the red flower crown resting atop her head before settling on her once again. She doesn't waver under the sharp glare of Draco Malfoy, her lips quirking up ever-so-slightly and her gaze meeting his as he questions, "And who are you?"