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Presley Black 
Presley stopped her snow-ball throwing at once. Her small hands were absolutely freezing, but that wasn't what had stopped her. It was the way the girl didn't lob anything back. The fact that she knew Presley, and Pres had just admitted to not knowing her. How embarassing. "It's nice to meet you Erin." Presley smiled kindly, rubbing her hands together to keep them warm.
It probably wasn't a good time for a snowball fight. Having never been in one herself, Presley didn't know these things. She had stupidly assumed that one snowball meant fight. Except maybe it didn't? Presley didn't even know anymore. She just felt so stupid. Presley didn't know what to do or say. And that was an entirely new concept for Presley Black. She always knew what to say, how to fix a situation. This time, she had no idea. She was treading in unfamiliar territory. "Did you have nice holidays?" She asked, smoothly covering her brief blunder.
"Nice to meet you too," answered Erin. She wanted the snowball fight. But then again, Presley stopped at once and she knew the reason, her hands felt like numb in snow. Heh. Hers too. Erin went towards her and extended her arms, handshake, but not because of the introductions. It's for the possible warmth of Presley's hand intertwined with Erin's. She remembered when she felt cold back at home, she would just hold hands with her sister, Cristina. God, she missed her.
So, it was a talk about Erin's life?
"It was good," answered Erin.
"You don't seem your usual self, Presley. You wanna talk?" She knew it was a great leap for a person who had just met someone and tell her her emotions but Erin felt like she knew Presley all along. They just hadn't got the chance to talk. Erin always noticed this young Ravenclaw at the common room and she was the type of person who's always jolly. It was just obvious in her face that something was bothering her. Erin was good in reading minds. Or maybe, faces.