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Harlequin LaCroix
by ~Hel

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Bringing up Questions (Nov. 19th)

01/29/2014

Hel sat behind Moody’s desk, a stack of parchment to each side of her. Apparently, Moody had decided that if she was going to be serving detention with him, he was going to get the better part of the deal. There was a sudden thump as the witch’s head hit the desk, “why are first years so stupid?”

“Problems Miss LaCroix?”

The witch raised her head to look up at the professor. “Either first years have no comprehension of anything, or you are a horrid teacher.” A slight smirk found its way to her lips.

“And am I to believe you were a genius with Defense Against the Dark Arts at their age?”

She held up a parchment, “I knew more than this,” she waved the piece of paper around, “and this is a pureblood, grew up with all thing Wizarding. They should have some kind of idea.”

“And where did you grow up Miss LaCroix?”

Hel gave him a look that asked if he had to be kidding, “Look, I know you are new around here, but, seriously?” She shook her head, a slight laugh escaping, “I was raised in the Cirque, by Muggles. I was a foundling.”

“A foundling?” Moody raised a brow in question, to which Hel nodded. “Interesting. Raised by Muggles, and yet, made it into Slytherin. A house known for its prejudice against Muggles.”

“We aren’t all stupid,” Hel returned, “unlike this lot of first years,” she mumbled in the direction of the papers again.

“Wouldn’t think of saying such,” Moody began, “I’ve seen enough of you to know you are where you belong though.” He paused as the witch looked at him, unsure of what he meant by that statement. “Surely Dumbledore could offer you a little insight as to who your parents were.”

Hel shook her head slightly, “I don’t want to know. The Cirque is my family.”

“And they’ve seem to have done a wonderful job,” Moody returned, “just thought, maybe you have been curious about your heritage. Not likely a Muggleborn was placed in Slytherin. Wouldn’t you like to know? It might be good information to have after all.”

“I have a family,” Hel returned, “I don’t need names of people I’ll never know. That just sounds, depressing.”

“So don’t ask for names.” The witch didn’t answer, just looked pensive, and was amazingly quiet, which might have very well been what the professor was attempting to do. “Why don’t you finish up that stack of papers and be on your way.”

“Yes sir,” Hel muttered, her mind still questioning itself about what she should do, and if she really wanted or needed to know anything beyond what she already did about herself.

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