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Genevieve cast a grateful smile Miss Longbottom’s way as she proceeded to vanish the burning remnants of the day’s headlines with a flick of her wand. She had truthfully not thought of dispelling the remains of the dreaded Dailey Prophet, and was quite concerned that she had made blight upon Augusta’s overall opinion of her. While Jenny usually came across as a young woman whom cared not for other’s perceiving of her manners or appearance, she was actually quite affected if they were to find her disagreeable or a nuisance. However, Jenny always brushed away their pointed stares of disapproval or disapproving sounds as she attempted to conceal her concern as fretting over her actions would only serve for her to become a more undesirable acquaintance. Jenny’s conclusion of this quality that has become a part of her must have stemmed from her mother’s excessive complaints and yearnings for her daughter to marry well, and therefore, must be acquainted with those that were worthy to ensure that an inevitable betrothal be agreed upon- however, this never became an actuality as Jenny was soon sent off to Hogwarts to begin her magical education just as her mother was about to secure her a respectable betrothal between herself and a certain Mr. Brighton Donwell, whom was a year her senior.
Jenny shivered with displeasure as she recollected the first of many times she had been in Mr. Donwell’s presence. The Donwells’ of Bath were a family with a secure fortune and a stable home- quite everything that a concerned mother would turn to if they were desperate in marrying off their daughters or sons- and therefore became the main obstacle of when she would envision her only daughter and child’s future. Mr. Donwell was a disagreeable young boy with impertinent manners (well, impertinent for Jenny’s standards, anyway) and possessed a likeness so unattractive that Jenny began to fear for her future when word reached her ears of a betrothal forming between herself and this ridiculous young boy! Even at her tender age of ten, Jenny had always envisioned her future marrying a handsome man of respectable status and wealth, and who would be able to love her unconditionally, despite her lack of gracefulness or ladylike pursuits. However, after many months of praying to the Lord to thwart all plans of gaining Mr. Donwell as a fiancé (and attempting to escape Brighton’s pranks), it would seem that Jenny’s prayers had been answered as her Hogwarts acceptance letter arrived unexpectedly, and in the worst way possible that Mrs. Eva Vanderbilt screamed in fright: an owl.
“Well,” she went on to assert soon after Augusta had seated herself and gave her opinion of the weather, “I do not quite despise the weather; the frigid does not bother me in the least as I quite welcome it, but the winter is just too bleak and…white. I am such a woman whom favors vibrant colors, and the color scheme of the winter months just does not agree with me.” Her statement was quite true. The winter months seemed to lack in color, and it took all of Jenny’s willpower to resist the urge to alter the irritable whiteness of the snow into a shade most preferable to her tastes; a red, perhaps, to indicate her loyalty and her proudness of being part of the Gryffindor house? However, Jenny resisted the urge still as she realized (quite astonishingly, if you will) that Miss Longbottom was unaccompanied much like herself was, and tilted her head down as to conceal her small, amused smile from Augusta.
It was not often that Jenny witnessed Miss Longbottom unaccompanied by a chaperone or two, and it amused (and astonished) her greatly. Of course, then she had to remind herself that as a young woman with a influential surname in the wizarding world, Miss Longbottom had to uphold the rules and etiquette of society as to not tarnish hers or her family’s good reputation. As the only daughter and child (much like Jenny herself) of the Upper-Class Longbottom line, it was expected of Augusta to marry and marry well whilst still upholding the essentials of propriety. For Jenny’s situation, she had no fear in tarnishing her reputation in the Wizarding Universe as she could easily withdraw from Hogsmeade’s society and retreat to her childhood home in Bath. However, Bath was beginning to acknowledge the presence of witches and wizards in their society, and her parents deemed it unsafe for their only child to return home for the summer, or for the remainder of her status as a single woman. But if she could not return home, then where would she reside come after graduation and the Coming Out Ball?
“Oh, this is a dreadful situation…,” she sighed, quite forgetting the presence of Miss Longbottom. “Shall I ever be able to walk the halls of my home once more?”
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