[Being in Slytherin has always been a mixed bag for Clarke. It's not that she doesn't think she fits: anyone who crosses her knows how determined she can get, and how her brand of determination comes with a brand of wits and cunning that few others can match. They know that she's ambitious, with dreams of being a healer that have already granted her skills to help out in Hogwart's medical wing, but she just doesn't give too many damns about interhouse rivalries or any of these whispers about a rising figure by the name of Voldemort. It's not like she's some odd ball Slytherin: Clarke's a daughter of Purebloods, and the Griffin name has been around for a while.
(Of course, while Abby had been a Ravenclaw, Jake had been a Hufflepuff. Still, neither cared where their daughter had landed. She showed due diligence in handling herself well enough.)
She'll cheer for Slytherins during quidditch matches, and as a Prefect, she believes that it's her duty to look out for the Slytherins. Just as their reputation sometimes makes them cruel to others, some of the meeker children struggle in their early years. She's there for them, and she tries to keep them from getting mixed up with the older kids who draw back their sleeves and whisper in hushed voices. No one wants to get caught up in that, especially before they've even taken their OWLs.
It's being a Prefect that first makes her aware of Remus, but it's her new gig in the hospital wing that makes her aware of another side of him. She picks up on the pattern quickly. Truthfully, she thinks most people who cared enough would, but Remus had been lucky enough to end up with friends like Sirius Black and James Potter. They take the attention off of him, and he hopes that he can heal up quickly enough before someone becomes suspicious.
Despite her privileged upbringing, Clarke hasn't exactly been raised with a great deal of prejudices. She's not foolish enough to think werewolves are completely safe, but she knows that a boy like Remus probably didn't ask for this. At all. He's young. He's kind. He has a delicate way of speaking that shows that he's mastered the ability to both ask for something he needs while offending the least amount of people as possible. What it all says is simple: he wants to be invisible, and he knows his condition is one that needs to be invisible.
When she comes into the infirmary this November morning, she's not surprised to see him there. In fact, she had been hoping for him. She drags out her potions notes, and she carries them over, setting them down beside him.]
You seemed tired yesterday in class. I thought these might help. [Clarke knows that on top of his fatigue, Remus isn't the best at potions. But he trudges on because it's necessary. And she imagines that he wants to learn all the skills he can before he has to brave the big wide world outside of Hogwarts.]
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(Of course, while Abby had been a Ravenclaw, Jake had been a Hufflepuff. Still, neither cared where their daughter had landed. She showed due diligence in handling herself well enough.)
She'll cheer for Slytherins during quidditch matches, and as a Prefect, she believes that it's her duty to look out for the Slytherins. Just as their reputation sometimes makes them cruel to others, some of the meeker children struggle in their early years. She's there for them, and she tries to keep them from getting mixed up with the older kids who draw back their sleeves and whisper in hushed voices. No one wants to get caught up in that, especially before they've even taken their OWLs.
It's being a Prefect that first makes her aware of Remus, but it's her new gig in the hospital wing that makes her aware of another side of him. She picks up on the pattern quickly. Truthfully, she thinks most people who cared enough would, but Remus had been lucky enough to end up with friends like Sirius Black and James Potter. They take the attention off of him, and he hopes that he can heal up quickly enough before someone becomes suspicious.
Despite her privileged upbringing, Clarke hasn't exactly been raised with a great deal of prejudices. She's not foolish enough to think werewolves are completely safe, but she knows that a boy like Remus probably didn't ask for this. At all. He's young. He's kind. He has a delicate way of speaking that shows that he's mastered the ability to both ask for something he needs while offending the least amount of people as possible. What it all says is simple: he wants to be invisible, and he knows his condition is one that needs to be invisible.
When she comes into the infirmary this November morning, she's not surprised to see him there. In fact, she had been hoping for him. She drags out her potions notes, and she carries them over, setting them down beside him.]
You seemed tired yesterday in class. I thought these might help. [Clarke knows that on top of his fatigue, Remus isn't the best at potions. But he trudges on because it's necessary. And she imagines that he wants to learn all the skills he can before he has to brave the big wide world outside of Hogwarts.]