Clara Elena Page

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Compared to the majority of students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry nowadays, Breanne Winters had, well, a relatively normal background. Her parents had split when she was 5, but with no drastic consequences to her life. She fought with her little brother Benjamin, but never to the extent that they fell out with each other or caused major trouble. There was, in short, relatively little drama in her life – and she liked it that way. Bri seemed to easily glide through life, making friends wherever she went with no worries or cares. If she was any more laid back, she would be horizontal. This was, of course, in sharp contrast to the majority of her friends. The Ravenclaw tended to spend the majority of her time trying to sort out everyone else’s issues, but she didn’t mind so long as it was all resolved in the end and they could all have a big party after in the room of requirement and get along for a while.

It wasn’t uncommon for the brunette beauty to be found in the Room of Requirement at midnight, hunched in a corner over a sketchbook, wand tracing outlines and mouth muttering complex charms. It was her last year at Hogwarts, and that meant starting to face her future seriously and start to think of what to do when she finally left the castle. For most that as an intimidating prospect, but for once in her life Bri had a firm idea of what to do with herself. Unknown to most, Bri had a business plan – and spent her free nights working relentlessly on ideas for the shop she had decided to open in Diagon Alley as soon as she graduated from Hogwarts. Working was definitely not like Bri Winters, but she was deadly serious about her ideas and wanted to do well. In fact, she was so engrossed in her work that her brain seemed to completely blank out everything that was going on around her in the dimly lit room. Eventually, however, her mind started to wonder and she found herself bored and restless. She was tired of being sensible, she wanted to go out and have an adventure. All this ‘work’ stuff was draining.

Once the door to the room, that was magically charmed to fit whatever purpose someone desired, materialised before her Clara plastered a smile upon her full lips and pushed it open. Stepping into the room with a breezy sigh her oceanic orbs immediately found the figure of her best friend crouched down on the floor, working on the same thing she had been working on for weeks and muttering about Clara’s absence. “Merlin Bri…I’m like, five, ten minutes late tops. No need to be a little bitch about it.” The blonde prefect mused with a laugh as she walked towards the spot Bri was working on the plans for her shop. Raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow Clara leaned up against a table and folded her arms across her well-developed chest. “If you have to know I was saying goodbye to Jay, a couple of times.”