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Vilhelmine didn't have time to register what happened. One moment she was crying, telling Ursula to leave her alone, and the next the Ravenclaw's lips were on hers, kissing her clumsily, forcefully, beautifully. Vil stood paralysed with shock as her friend pulled away. The Hufflepuff had known...

Hearing Geo call her, Vilhelmine froze suddenly in her tracks. She turned, slowly, to see that both Ursula and the Hufflepuff had already caught up with her. She probably hadn't been walking as quickly as she'd thought. Embarrassed for their combined attention, she fixed her gaze to the grass...

The blanket began to swim in Vilhelmine's vision. Ursula was always so thoughtful - much more thoughtful than Vil. She hardly felt she deserved such a wonderful best friend, and was already trying to think of ways she could repay her. "It is beautiful. Thank you," she said, wrapping it around...

After finishing her marshmallow, Vil tossed the stick into the fire, rubbing at the goosebumps on her arms. She wasn't cold - just nervous. Maybe she shouldn't have worn the dress, after all. Maybe coming to the party at all had been a dumb idea, and Vil should just go back to her dormitory...

When Vilhelmine had spotted one of Geo's advertisements for the New Year's party, she had at first been reluctant to go. Parties weren't her thing, and though she wanted to support her friend, the thought of standing around making stilted conversation - or worse, being completely ignored - did...

Vilhelmine stared at the older girl, shrinking a little at her greeting. Nobody had ever been quite so excited to see her before, and the fact Vil had no idea who she was made the entire encounter all the more perplexing. She took the candy cane and unfolded the note, a blush spreading quickly...

Vilhelmine was doodling in her notebook by the fireplace when an older student approached to inform her of a girl asking her outside. The Hufflepuff frowned. She hadn't forgotten plans with Ursula, had she? That would have been awful. Shutting her notebook, Vil stood up and made her way through...

When Professor Ward started to speak, Vilhelmine lifted her head slowly to look at him, an expression of disbelief on her face. He understood? She doubted he really, truly, completely understood, but the fact he was speaking to her gently instead of sending her straight to Professor Pratt's...

Vilhelmine was eating breakfast as she usually did - quietly, and without making conversation - when suddenly Leila appeared at the table, arms full of multi-coloured roses. Vil looked down quickly, pretending to be engrossed in her breakfast. There was only one person the Hufflepuff really...

While Ursula poured the drinks, Vilhelmine gazed up at the ceiling of the pillow-fort, mesmerised by the dancing pattern cast against the fabric by the pretty blue flames. Like shadows in reverse. Vilhelmine had only ever seen light move that way through the broken branches of swaying trees. She...

Ursula's face looked soft in the moonlight. Why was Vilhelmine noticing that now? She looked back at the little camp, taking a moment to appreciate just how long it must have taken the Ravenclaw to bring so many supplies out to the lawn. Ursula was still talking excitedly when Vilhelmine looked...

Vilhelmine wasn't sure what she expected Professor Ward to do. Yell at her - take some house points away, perhaps. She was destroying school property, after all, not to mention shouting at an authority figure. But he did nothing of the sort. He stepped forward calmly, like she'd just invited...

Vilhelmine was tearing the pages out of an old Transfiguration textbook when the door opened. She stopped mid-tear, momentarily frozen in fear, her heart beating her ribs like an angry fist. If it was Professor Styx, she was well and truly done for. But it was not Professor Styx - it was...

Keanu and Matthew Harper because I ship Matthew with everyone :r

He'd forgotten. Again. He'd forgotten her birthday. Was it really so difficult to remember? Did Vilhelmine have to remind him? None of her friends' parents forgot when it was their child's birthday. At the very least they sent a card - probably presents, too. Vilhelmine hadn't heard a thing. Not...

Vilhelmine hated curfews. She was a night owl by nature, always more peaceful by moonlight, less afraid. When everybody was sleeping, the world almost seemed to exist just for her - or for her and Ursula, when the two of them met up to sneak around. It was always a risky thing to do, but for...

Vilhelmine blushed and looked down when Geo complimented her hair, feeling simultaneously touched and embarrassed. Nobody had ever said anything suited her before. The Hufflepuff looked up again to watch Geo examine a piece of her hair, wanting to object, but not sure whether she was supposed...

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Hearing her name, Vil jerked her head up in surprise. She still wasn't sure who was talking to her until finally Geo removed her sunglasses, revealing her smiling face. "Oh," said Vilhelmine, startled at the girl's new appearance. "The hair is new. It looks pretty." Vil smiled a rare smile that...

Vilhelmine gazed out across the empty pitch and sighed, the gentle morning breeze ruffling her dark brown curls. It had been some time since she'd felt any sort of wind through her hair, and though the sensation was strange, she had missed it. The only downside to growing it that she could see...