Golden Clouds (Arisha, OPEN)

Agnes was a Gryffindor. Cool. Home of the brave and just. Big deal. She wasn't brave, and she certainly wasn't just. In fact, she was probably just hormonal. Yeah, teenagers were hormonal, so getting sorted in the middle of your sixteenth year of life was terrible because one day she could be a moody bitch and would get sorted into Slytherin, and the next she could be a sweet saint and get sorted into Hufflepuff. That all sounded like bull. Agnes sat on the floor, cold and hard against her bottom, but it was better than sitting on the Common Room where other students bragged about their accomplishments and made a big deal out of the new school year and their chances of winning the House Cup. What the hell was a House Cup anyway? She couldn't remember if they had those at Beauxbatons, but maybe they did.

She had a book on her lap, a book on Hogwarts. It was the stupidest thing she'd ever read, but it was a necessary part of her plot for survival if she was to do good in this school. Agnes wasn't a star student, she had good marks, but nothing to be excited about. Her main goal, right now, was to learn as much as she could about Hogwarts so that she could maybe learn to like this place. Her eyes scanned the pages, not exactly taking in what the words meant, and she was growing tired of sitting but she didn't want to go anywhere else. Someone she didn't like might spot her. Despite being here for only a few days, Agnes already had a list of people she didn't like. It was growing more and more by the minute, not a bit of hope of it ever shrinking.

Arisha sighed her father made her go to the school that she had no idea what it was and what made it worse he didn't either. 'Why did he send me to this school if he doesn't even know if it would benefit me?' She thought to herself though she knew that it might explain as to why she was doing the things she had done in the past. Walking through the school she found herself back at the Entrance Hall. What was worse out of everything for her was the fact that she had to wear a uniform a stinking uniform.

Seeing another girl sitting there she shrugged her shoulders and decided that she could talk to her though she was not sure if she would like her at the very least she could try. Making her way over to her she stood over her. Still not saying a word she just sort of stood there she was not sure what to say. She wasn't shy or anything just never thought that she would have to talk to anyone. She cleared her throat slightly hoping that her presence would be acknowledged.

Agnes was reading something boring about the founders when she saw a shadow cast over her, like someone was standing nearby or in front of her. Idiots. She didn't pay attention since she figured it was probably just some other student trying to cast a spell or someone who hadn't seen her. But then whoever this person was cleared their throat and made that awful sound. Rolling her eyes, Agnes looked up to see a pretty young girl with blonde hair. The pretty and spoiled type, the kind that either loved or hated Agnes. "May I help you?" she said, her French accent thicker than on most days. She wasn't even trying to sound normal, she was just done with Hogwarts.