Christmas break was nearing, which meant that Lorelei was trying to find all of her belongings that were lying around the dorm room. She did not necessarily need them all, but all the years of travelling had instilled in her the habit to ensure that everything was perfectly packed before you left a place - even if it was a place that they were going to return to.
So she was wandering in circles around the room, moving curtains, and pillows, and looking under her bed for a book that her parents had given her for her birthday the year before. It had to be around here somewhere, because she was certain that she had not actually left the dorm room with it. Or at least, not since she had brought it back into the dorm room.
It was however, looking as though she was very wrong, or her book had somehow gained the ability to teleport. It could be either of those things at this point in time.
The holidays were never something Arturia favored. Her father claimed to not be good at them and it always resulted in something rather lackluster-- A pair of socks, a new quill, a button-down shirt (not even a blouse, at that). She'd tried dropping hints before, but it didn't work with the man. He had a very solid idea of what he thought he should give his daughter and he didn't sway from it. At least she could say he at least gave her something.
Still, when she had hit school age, her father had told her unless it was summer she was not to come home. He took the graces of sending his only child to boarding school quite well. And when it was the summer he ensured she had all sorts of activities to keep her busy and away from home-- Most importantly, away from him.
So while many students were preparing to go home the girl had spent several quite hours in the library. Then in the room of requirement practicing the fencing she'd long since been taught and one of the few pastimes she had. When she wore herself out she made the trek back to the dungeons expecting her roommates to all be waiting to leave.
That certainly wasn't the case when Arturia walked in and found Lorelei peering around the place, obviously looking for something. Arturia cast her a curious look, but said nothing as she crossed over to her own bed. She usually felt odd compared to the other girls, for various reasons, and naturally kept to herself. But she couldn't help the curiosity get the better of her as she poised herself on the edge of her bed.
"What is it you're searching for?" It's only one sentence, really. Polite and to the point, as were all of her motions. Conversation wasn't exactly a commodity she was allowed to have growing up.
Vanishing book seemed to be the contender. It wasn't under her bed, so Lorelei straightened up with a sigh. Maybe she had left the dorm with it? Perhaps it was lying around the common room somewhere? But no, she was sure that she was more careful with it than that. Maybe she had leant it to Risa? She had leant her sister a couple of books recently, so maybe she got which ones that it was muddled, and Risa actually had the one that she was looking for.
Lorelei noticed Arthuria entering the room, but the girl said nothing to her, so she held her own tongue. That was, until she heard the question. Placing down a pillow with a sigh, she glanced up at her. "A book. I'm starting to wonder whether it is actually in here or not." Unless she had already packed it? No, she didn't think that she had.
"Not going home for the break?" she questioned, noting that she hadn't packed up her own belongings. Unless she was simply planning on doing it incredibly last minute - which might be a possibility.
Arturia stared stiffly at the other girl for a moment in thought. Her expression remained unreadable as she tried to think if she'd seen any wandering books. "What is the name of it?" She finally questioned before adding on, "are you sure someone didn't take it? Things do have a habit of disappearing sometimes." Especially if you didn't fit in with the "norm" of Slytherin House, it seemed. Even Arturia had found her own things had gone missing and had instead started casting spells on them to hex the thief. Thankfully, nothing's turned up missing since she started doing that.
She blinked at the other girl's question, the only real reaction she had before she turned her eyes to her lap. "No," she answered, "I am only to return home during summer vacations." When it was mandated and then she was just sent off again. At least she seemed to have a better time away, but that wasn't something that was the here and now. Instead her eyes peered over the room at the various shapes the other beds were in. Her own remained firmly put in place and aside from the school books she owned there were no personal effects-- No stray books, either, she noted. "Will you need some help to find it?"
"It'll just say fairy tales, it's a book of muggle fairy tales. It's kinda old," her parents had found it in some second hand book shop, which Lorelei didn't care about. She did love old books, and especially fairy tales. At the question of someone taking it, she paused. "No," she said, frowning. "I am not sure of that." That should have been something that had crossed her mind before now. It would not have been the first time that her housemates had stolen or hidden some of her belongings.
Lorelei glanced at Arthuria. The way that she had phrased that was curious, only to return? It did not make it sound like it was her choice, but rather one that had been made for her. "I'm sorry to hear it," she said, hoping that she'd be able to draw more an explanation out of the other girl. "I'm not really going home. Seeing by family, but, they won't keep still." No Christmas' at home for the Pendragon family. "I don't know," she muttered. "If someone has taken it, it's going to be a hard deal to find it."
"Oh," Arturia gave in immediate response. Brown eyes turning back to the other girl-- Only the slightest tilt of her head giving away any curiosity it might have. The idea of her being a fairy tale book to school seemed somewhat strange-- a Muggle one at that. It was no wonder it went missing if that were the case. Biting down on her lip to hide her opinion, Arturia glanced down towards her lap and gave a small nod.
"It's better like this," she answered simply-- Unfortunately giving Lorelei no more answers to her questions. She found she quite enjoyed Hogwarts' Christmases. They were always festive and the interhouse troubles appeared to fade away into a day of fun in the snow and dinners. It was quite preferable, really, to not have to hide away in a room on a holiday while your father entertained high profile guests.
She gives a slight nod-- not understanding the implications of Lorelei's mentions of her own family. Instead a hand goes to her wrist where a hairtie rest and she pulled it off to tie up on her own hair. "I'll help you look," she answered simply, her voice quieting with uncertainty at the offering, "the carriages will be here soon."
Almost everything that she owned came to school with her. Hogwarts was actually the most stable place in her life. Which made sense, considering how much of the year that she spent in the castle. But when the time not in the castle was spent in hotel rooms... Lorelei glanced at Arturia, wondering what she was thinking. It would have been useful to be a legilimens like her sister. She was going to have to get her to teach her at some point.
A point that was strengthened when the girl did not give her a very descriptive comment back about her not going home. She was definitely going to have to get Risa to teach her. "That's still unfortunate," she commented.
Glancing at the other girl, Lorelei smiled. "I'd appreciate that." She was not sure just how much luck that she was going to have, but they could at least try.
"Not particularly," Arturia answered quickly. She didn't find it unfortunate, but then again she didn't really have expectations when she came home. She knew she wasn't wanted and at least she could pretend to be wanted at Hogwarts. At least there was cheery decorations and a feast to be had. It was perfectly fine for her.
She doesn't say anything more as she stood back up to glance over her bedspread and the others. Arturia had never had as much trouble as Lorelei did with regards to some of their roommates elitism. Being halfblood was good there, but she was-- Well, odd. Not that she cared or really noticed, but she did know who was likely to take stuff in their dorm. She'd watched them all long enough to know, but it seemed those particular girls were already gone for the holiday.
Arturia ducked her head politely and strode to the door to open it for the pair of them. "You don't have to thank me," Arturia responded hollowly, avoiding eye contact, "I don't think we'll find it..." The last part she adds in quietly.
This girl was really not much of a talker was she? Not that Lorelei wasn't aware of that, she had shared a dorm with her for the past three and a half years. It generally didn't really bother her, but sometimes it felt as though as though she might as well just talk to herself, for all the good that it was doing. She shrugged, turning her attention away from her dormmate, to keep hunting for her book. Lorelei really did hope that it would turn up... she held a lot of sentimentality for that book.
"Probably not," she said with a frown, heading over to the door to head out in the common room. She wasn't sure where to look now though. It was unlikely she would have left it in the common room, she wasn't sure she would have even taken it there at all. Taking a muggle book into the Slytherin common room... it would not have been the smartest decision.
Standing in the common room, she sighed. "This isn't going to work."
Arturia is well aware she's not the most preferred of roommates. In fact, she's aware she's not the mot preferred in anything. It's so ingrained in her that her worth isn't much and, so, she kept to herself and defiantly did her best in everything she could. And she did-- Excellent grades and physical ability to boot. Not the most creative, but morally sound.
So even though she's well aware of the situation and consequences Arturia stands behind her roommate. Biting down on her lip, even before Lorelei mentions that it was hopeless she was turning on her heel and heading right up to the third year dorm. Spelling the lock to open, the young girl began digging into the contents of the random younger girl's trunk. It's not long before she pulls out a book on muggle fairytales and another on martial arts. Only one guess needed as to which belonged to who.
They couldn't search the whole school for her book. That wasn't going to work. Especially if someone had taken it. And Lorelei had the sinking feeling that someone had. It wouldn't surprise her. Not with all the crap that some of her housemates had given her over the years. As Arturia suddenly turned around, Lorelei startled. Was she giving up already?
Frowning, she followed her dormmate back up the stairs, and into the third year room. ...why were they doing into the third year room. "Oh," she said, blinking as Arturia held up the books. "How did you know they'd...?" there was countless people in this house that could have done it. And Arturia had gotten it on the first search.
Arturia frowned to herself. Pulling herself up she held the books to he as she avoided looking at her dormmate. Arturia knew and noticed a lot of things she wasn't supposed to, it's what happened when someone didn't expect your presence. "I overheard her giggling with a friend," the girl answered, holding Lorelei's book out to her before giving the trunk a disdainful look. A vinidictive person would destroy something. Instead the young girl closed and relocked it before placing her book on top of it. A sign that she knew and she didn't care.
"I apologize there was nothing more I could do," She answered quietly, keeping her gaze focused on the wall ahead. It would have been easier to just let the adults deal with it-- But too often they wouldn't notice. And Arturia couldn't ignore the plight of a roommate who had shown her kindness. "They need to learn proper respect."
"Oh," she said, frowning. Taking the book, she held it into her chest. Lorelei did try her best to avoid any trouble, as much as she could at least. She kept quiet, and didn't antagonise the other students - not like another muggleborn student in the house. But it still didn't seem to do anything, she still got targeted by the actions and words of her purist housemates.
"You found my book, what else could I ask of you?" she said, eyebrows pulling together. That was as much help as she had needed, as she would have wanted. She shrugged her shoulders. "They don't think I'm worthy of any respect." Like her blood status made her lesser. It was a bit ridiculous.
"They're wrong," The smaller girl responded. Her hands rested at her sides, slightly curled, and chin pointed out. If it was just about blood status then she wouldn't have been bothered. Then again, her father was a pureblood who produced a child with a muggleborn. Not exactly desirable either, especially with her lack of social graces or ability to fall in with the norm. "The respect you give to others is a reflection of the respect you give yourself," She said finally, casting the other girl a look, "A good adversary is one who does not judge from appearance or livelihood but abilities. If they can't see that they have no real respect at all." Brushing back her hair, she lowered her chin and made for the door. Her heart thrums in her chest as she's not supposed to say such things-- Quiet and obedient, but not willful. And yet she finds she can't sit still.
Lorelei did not respond straight away to the other girl, mulling instead over the words that she had said. As Arturia made for the door, she followed her. "I'm not sure that I agree with that," she said, falling into step beside her. "Ideally, yes, perhaps. but. And maybe it's true that they're not good people, and we shouldn't care what they say, or what they think." Easier said than done, admittedly. Objectively knowing that people were assholes did not stop cruel words from stinging.
"But people do still respect themselves, or have something akin to respect. And respect people they feel deserving of it. It's just whether you fall into that line of deserving it or not."