Cat and Mouse (Madison)

After finishing her work in potions class, Anya began making her way down the hall. Potions was not one of her favorite classes, but she was not particularly bad at it. She mainly disliked the precise-ness of it all. She was not very used to being told exactly what to do and exactly when and how long to do it. She did like the fact that potions did not require partner work most of the time.

She usually ended up doing all of the work in groups, because the Hufflepuff was not a fan of using the word "no." People were killed over the word "no." She did not like how most people reacted to the word, so she usually agreed to do most of the work in a group. She usually did not mind doing all of the work, but she did wish that some people would be kind enough as to offer their help.

As she was walking forward, a blonde girl made her way over to Anya. She had seen this girl around before, usually accompanied by large groups of people, but she and Anya had never made direct communication.

"Anya, right? I'm Madison."

Madison. She had heard the name around, but she hadn't connected it to the seemingly kind-enough girl that stood before her. Anya held out a hand. "Nice to meet you, Madison." she said softly. "Is Madi okay?" She asked. Nicknames had always been something that Anya was fond of. She found that each name a person had depicted a different side of their character.

Anastasiya was what her mother and father had addressed her as. it was proper and it sounded beautiful when it escaped their lips, but it had been tarnished. Anastasiya was a girl who had lost her mother , not because she had fought for her life and lost, but because she fled a life that was too hard. Sometimes Anya wished that she had died. Bastard Child was usually who she was to her father nowadays, though they barely spoke. Anya wanted to make people happy. she hoped that maybe one day Anya could make her happy.

"I'm a fan of nicknames," she added.

"Thank you," Anya smiled, taking a sweet from the bag. Madi seemed nice enough, though most Slytherins seemed nice enough at first. They were rumoured to be backstabbing jerks. Maybe Madi was an exception to the Slytherin stereotype, though. Maybe she would turn out to be just the kind of friend Anya needed. Anya did not have any real friends. She had never been the type of girl who had crowds of people around her, like Madi was.

"Nobody has said anything mean to me," Anya responded to the allegation. "Nobody really says much to me at all." That was the good thing about not having many friends. She could get pretty much anywhere unseen. Sometimes it was as if she was a ghost. She didn't mind being a ghost. Being unnoticed was better than being unwanted. Of course, being wanted was better than both of the previous options, but Anya was positive that being wanted was off of the table.

"Thank you for checking on whether it was true or not," Anya smiled. "I would hate for someone to be called out for something they didn't do. False accusations are honestly the worst." She remembered one time before her mother left. Her father had eaten the last of the chocolate chip cookies her mother had made, but he had told her it was Anya. Elizabeth was angry for the rest of the night over something that Anya had not even done.

"It must get annoying," Anya gave the Slytherin a look of sympathy. "Having to make sure that everyone whom you acquaint yourself with is really who they say they are. "Wouldn't it be nice to live in a world where status didn't matter?" If status did not matter, he parents would probably still be together and Anya wouldn't feel so alone all of the time.

"Wasn't today's lesson hard? I can't seem to get the potion right!"

"It wasn't that bad," Anya shook her head slightly, light brown hair shifting to one side of her shoulders and then to the other. "I just wish that it wasn't so matter of fact. I like to have room to think,not to be told what to do and exactly how to do it," She laughed nervously. "I probably sound ridiculous." She figured that any other student would be thrilled to have nothing to do but follow a simple list of directions.

Anya found that creativity often led to a dissatisfaction when it came to things such as potions class. She liked to be able to write stories, though she usually was not the author of her own life.

"Why are you such a pushover?" Her father had asked her once. She hadn't had an answer for him then and she still hadn't found one now. She simply didn't want to disappoint anyone.