Hogsmeade Hangout (Ylenia Fenech + open)

Guest

Corinna took her butterbeer - just because one could drink alcohol didn't mean she should - and reclined at a corner table.

This job wasn't going nearly as well as she'd imagined it. To be fair, she'd imagined herself with a lot more free time. For some reason, students kept coming into her library and getting underfoot.

She watched the patrons of The Three Broomsticks coming and going. This was a Hogsmeade weekend for the students, so there were quite a few of them among the crowd.

Guest

Every Saturday, Ylenia liked spending her time in Hogsmeade, in the Three Broomsticks. The innkeeper had already memorized her usual order, so she could just nod, get her drink, and find a table to settle down and read. Her year teaching at Hogwarts was going good so far, apart from that time when a student had set the frogs loose in class. There were times where she was stressed, so a day at Hogsmeade usually calmed her down. As she entered the inn, she was going over a list of things she needed to do- plan the next lessons, correct homeworks, owl mother, and countless of other things which she could barely remember. She sighed.

This weekend the Three Broomsticks seemed to be extra packed because it was a Hogsmeade weekend for students. But nevertheless, after getting her order, Ylenia walked over to where she usually sat. But this time it seemed to be taken by someone else. She rolled her eyes. The table was always empty when she arrived and she didn't feel like wasting time finding somewhere else to sit. "That's my seat," she stated to the person sitting there, her voice clear and bored and flat.

Guest

Corinna hadn't been working at Hogwarts long. Some of the staff she was on speaking terms with, as they needed her to set aside certain texts for students to use in the library. The charms teacher was not one of these. Nevertheless, Corinna recognised her face and was pleased to see her approach. It would be nice to get to know someone who was over the age of seventeen.

Her interest quickly waned when the woman addressed her as though this were the climatic scene in a theatre production at best, or they were both fourteen year olds battling for the dubious title of coolest girl in the class, at worst.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked.

She took a sip from her drink and hoped Ms Fenech would reconsider her options.

Guest

It was the school librarian. Ylenia had seen the woman up and about the castle, sometimes in the library itself. And when the woman spoke, she found herself a bit impressed with the librarian's response. Whenever Ylenia said something like that to someone, the person would immediately jump up and apologize and walk away as quickly as possible. Corinna was different. At least, she was sure that her name was Corinna. Then Ylenia sighed and looked at the empty chair at the table. Maybe she was over-reacting. And anyway, her mother had asked her to at least try to be friendly to the staff and students. For her. She sighed.

"Can I sit here?" she asked.

Guest

Ah, good. Corinna smiled. Sometimes all it took was a firm hand.

"Certainly," she replied. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you hear this all the time, but I've only seen your name written down and I'm not entirely certain how to pronounce it?"

Guest

Ylenia shouldn't have asked. The librarian's smile irritated her immediately- as if the woman forced her to. She smirked and sat down, her expression unfriendly. Slowly, she drank a bit of her butterbeer as Corinna asked her question. Of course she heard this kind of question all the time. It was like British people never heard a Maltese name. After having spent a few months in Malta for her childhood, Ylenia had learnt many unuseful things about her father's country- one of the things being that the British had ruled over Malta at one point. And that British people were still acquainted with Malta in a way. And, somehow, it made her hate her father even more. He was the reason that she had to carry her stupid name as a memory of it. He never exactly left my life, did he?

She put down her bottle and admitted, "It's Ylenia. E-le-nya fen-ek." Ylenia said it clearly for the woman to understand her. Ugh, how she hated her last name, too, as it translated into 'rabbit' in the Maltese language.

Guest

That was one decision made. Corinna was definitely going to avoid this one in future. She seemed to pout over even the most trivial things. And Corinna was sure that if she'd attempted to pronounce the woman's name and failed, the reaction would have been just the same.

"Ah, so it's just like Yvette," she said cheerfully.

"Still, it's always best to ask, isn't it? You never can tell with people's names. I once met a girl who was convinced the correct pronunciation of her name was See-oh-bahn. Her name was Siobhan. Then again, she was American. Terribly dense, the Americans."

Guest

It seemed as if Corinna hadn't taken a liking to her either. Ylenia nodded. "Yup, like Yvette," she muttered loudly. Then she added, "Although I've never seen the point of that name. It's really unusual." She drank a bit more as the librarian continued chatting. Really, Ylenia didn't say anything, just an occasional nod or 'mhm'. If there was anything she was bad at, it was at keeping a conversation going.

Guest

"I suppose it is," Corinna agreed.

"If you'll excuse me, I have a letter to send."

She stood up and left, despite her drink still being more than half full.

Guest

It was easy to tell that the two of them weren't enjoying the conversation. Corinna excused herself, and Ylenia just nodded. She wasn't one who was a fan of good-byes. As she watched the librarian disappear, she wondered how old the woman was. She'd never seen Corinna at Hogwarts in her school years. Then she shrugged, finished her butterbeer and decided to go owl her mother.

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