Why? (Open)

Michelle was feeling lately so frustrated around her friends and she felt even like she doesn't belong together with them. She wasn't sure where that feeling even came from. She so she sneaked away from her group into the courtyard and was now sitting her on bench. She was thinking her own thoughts and wondered what's going on for real with her but she couldn't figure out the answer there, no matter how long time she thought about it.

She was wearing a jeans and t-shirt right and also jacket since it wasn't really that warm for her anymore. She really didn't see when someone else came here. She just was too much into her own thought there and didn't really pay attention what was going on around her.

Jenna wasn't really that social.  It wasn't by her own choice, she just happened to get along much better with people about ten years older than she was.  Which, when she'd been in first year was no problem.  She was a Ravenclaw and the seventh years had thought her sweetly precocious.  Now that she was a seventh year herself, it was much more of a drawback.

Still, she was also a prefect, which at least meant she had to talk to the staff occasionally, though they treated her like a child.  Even Apollo Zabini, who only last year had been a student himself.  With him, Jenna got the feeling it was deliberate, like he was trying to distance himself from the seventh years.  Or perhaps just from her, because she was a Corner and, well, perhaps she did try to make him feel a little bit insecure. He should feel insecure around her.

Anyways, she'd just noticed some Slytherin blonde staring into space in the courtyard, and that could never be a good thing. Either for the Slytherin (for fear of being pranked) or for anyone else (who knew what went on in Slytherin brains).

"Are you okay?" Jenna asked, hands on hips like she was interrogating the girl.

She really wasn't good at small talk.

Michelle was really stuck in her thoughts when suddenly someone talked with her she did wake up from these. She actually kind of did hear the girls question.

She looked at the girl, she could tell she was around her age. "I'm okay. Just thinking about this and that," she said there now something to girl with a small smile. She really wasn't sure what else she should do right now.

She wasn't really that good with a small stalk at first either. She really wasn't sure what else to say right now. Also she wasn't like most slytherin's and in her seventh years people still haven't learned it.

Jenna kicked at the hard dirt of the courtyard, scuffing her school shoes even further and looked back at the girl. Did she really think she cared about her well being?

"Uh huh," she said, wondering whether that was a cue to ask what the Slytherin was thinking about or a hint to get lost.

Probably the latter, most people didn't even have to meet her to decide they didn't like Jenna. She wondered how her dad got people to talk.

"You know most people hate Slytherins, right?" she asked.

Well, it was possible the girl hadn't picked up on that yet. She might have been living under a rock or something.

"If you're going to just zone out like that you should do it somewhere less," she paused, trying to think of an impressive way of putting it before simply giving in. "Somewhere with less pranking potential."