Blonde, Beautiful, and Ravenclaw:
Prompt: Books
"Can I carry your books to class?"
The question was posed to Victoire on almost a daily basis. Sometimes it was a little annoying. She had no problem carrying her books to the Ravenclaw dormitories or to the library or even to class. In her fifth year, she nearly stopped in her tracks when the question came yet again. Her eyes narrowed in the direction of the other student that was asking. "I can carry my books just fine, thank you." She said, curtly.
Whispers were soon circling around the fifth years, a new nickname for her presenting itself. It was fine, she had to keep telling herself. This was why she was here at school, why she worked so hard.
She didn't want to have to bat eyelashes to get someone to help her.
She was perfectly capable of carrying her own books.