Streets

For Miseria, it was actually nice to know someone who was almost like her. With interests, intentions, and probably even with the same thoughts, however, she really doupted that he was so high in her mind as she looked like. Miseria was lately living in fantasy world, and she had this... voice inside her head that told her what to do, or what she shouldn't do. And it was always right.

Then she nodded when he asked about the ice cream. If she already told no, though, it was a lie, she didn't think twice. “Yes,“ she said, smiling back at him. “No. Please. I hate when people waste their money on me. Besides, I'd buy myself another ice cream if i'd wanted to,“ she gave a shrug with this answer. This time, it wasn't a lie. She could buy herself another one. “No, don't blame yourself. I was actually supposed to step aside as you couldn't actually see. You were reading,“ she grinned. Whatever, a stupid apology.

“Um, so that you are Ravenclaw, right?“ she asked. Now it was her turn to be the curious one. She didn't have much friends from that house. Usually they were on their own, like she was, actually, and never noticed her. Maybe she wasn't smart enough for them? Or she didn't have the perfection what they wanted to see.