Miseria was really suprised by this confession. She'd never thought about how she was looking when she was deep inside of her thoughts. They were usually more suicidal than about herself. Yet, she didn't want to die yet, however, she was thinking of hanging, burning, cutting herself and drowning, but she wasn't really that way. Miseria was mostly positive. She loved life and enjoyed every second of it. Well, maybe not every second, but mostly she did. People who were all around her, although, they were one hundred procents different from her, gave her reason to be positive. All of them had their dreams and most of those students really tryed a lot to make them true.
Miseria on the other hand didn't do that. She believed that all her dreams were nonsence. She wanted to join Order of the phoenix. Well that was possible. Everyone can join them when they are graduates or seventeen years old. But auror? She learned a lot, she read a lot, but would that help? Probably not. Ministry of magic wants people who are brave and she didn't even know if she was brave enough to fight the crimes and Death eaters.
Death eaters. Now thinking about them, Miseria had to scowl. One of her best friends, Alice was a Death Eater. How could she arrest her when she'll become an auror and catch her somehow? She wouldn't. She would not have big enough heart to send her friend to this horrible place - Azkaban. She wouldn't forgive that to herself.
And all this means that she wouldn't be great at catching bad guys, but she was good herself and she knew a lot of spells and by the way, she was even good at them. And potions, charms and lot of that kind of stuff. She was almost like nerd, but in punk-goth style. Mostly like a girl who had climbed out from some horror movie. With a blue hair, what was framing her pale white face and light blue eyes, what were always shining in curiosity and surprise. World gave her every day something to discover, no matter how boring the day could be and the thing what she could discover could be even some kind of old and boring book. That was odd, but yet, that was interesting in some ways.
Finally she looked at him, nodding silently:"Guess you're right," she said in a wry voice, like it was his fault. But it wasn't and Miseria didn't have to blame him. She was always like this. Deep in thought, as Danny had said.