Werewolves were monsters, indeed. However, she didn't count herself as one. Not usually. “Well, atleast you don't remember anything. I, for example, was attacked by a werewolf when I was five years old and I got lost in the woods. It was pretty painful, I must say. And even horrible, but I wasn't afraid. How can I be afraid of Myself? And then I turned one guy, a friend of mine, into a werewolf as well, and in that form, I was also fighting Jess Potter and Matthew Lestrange, the former minister of magic. I must say that if I would remember that part, I would love to duel with them once again,“ she gave him a grin. Of course she didn't want to brag, but sarcastic student as she was, she couldn't hold herself back.
“And as for the school. Well, I got used to it quickly, even though I'm not even from England. My home was in Transilvanya, the famous Vampire country.“ Which was funny by the way. She never met any bloodsuckers over there, only werewolves who wondered in those deep forests. “Well...“ Mis took a deep breathe. “Other students. Other hufflepufflians for example. You've been hiding in the shadows for years as I can see. And as you don't talk with anybody, people won't show any interest in talking with you. You are the one who has the tolerance against other people, and they won't even question Who are you, unless you will go around, and tell that to anybody. And you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. That will only ruin your life, and make it more miserable. Trust me, I've been through it.“