Ready for a treat? [Elenore]

As the older girl insisted that truly, anyone was welcome to the Clement Ball, Nerisei's face showed the confusion she was feeling. Really? Why had she not known about that? She was pretty sure that these Balls were meant for Purebloods, and Purebloods only. Low class people such as Muggleborns weren't allowed such privileges. But Elenore here was proving her wrong and Nerisei didn't know what to feel exactly. Well, she did feel glad, a part of her at least. It seemed that, finally, Purebloods understood that they were all people, despite their blood. And they all deserved some fun. Or whatever those Balls offered.

"Especially the people of Flint, Downriver, actually. The birthplace of Lissette the First of Name. Every year we have the bakers, the butchers, the shop clerks, the children, our staff... anyone who wishes to spend an evening with the Clements are welcome to."

Another part of Nerisei felt completely awful though. She was wrong. She is never wrong. And she just made a mess with her words, in front of a Pureblood, therefore proving, in a way, that people of her heritage had no manners. For the second time today. The Ravenclaw witch sighed and turned back to the Hufflepuff girl, nodding. "Then, I truly apologise. I was misinformed, it seemed." Or not informed at all, she thought.

Nerisei watched as the girl sent of her letter, before asking her again about her plans for the Christmas. Well, did she have any? No, she didn't. She just didn't want to go home. Most of the students would be on their way home, leaving the Castle mostly empty. And that was what Nerisei actually wanted. To be alone. On the Holidays. There wasn't a single person she would want to spend the holidays with. Well, except her Farfar but, they couldn't come this year, anyway.
And the other person was her crush. Dimitri Moreau. But she hadn't talked to him in over a year. And the chances of being lucky enough to spend the holidays with him were slim. Close to impossible even.

"I guess I will find out when the time comes." Was all the Ravenclaw answered. There wasn't much to tell Elenore anyway. Her life had been static. But she didn't need the pity of an Elite.