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WitchLight27 
"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.
She knew. She knew that Presley's world was quickly collapsing. Presley didn't know how she knew, but this small girl
knew. That was disconcerting to Presley. She didn't like to open up, to talk to people about things, and this subject was very sensitive. To the point where she wasn't even sure she was going to tell Luna, or Philip, or even her brother, Leo. How on earth could she tell Erin? She'd only met the girl moments ago.
So she shook her head.
"I'm not sure what you mean. I'm just me." She smiled cheerily. Presley had always had a talent for acting. Maybe Erin read Witch Weekly as well. They had that picture...the one of Presley dashing out of her house with tears running down her face. Pres couldn't fathom how they'd gotten that picture, but it had been published, and it was undeniably Presley Black, in the snow, in a tank-top, jacket and shorts, in her sock feet, in front of the Black Mansion. There was no mistaking it, and now it was out there for the whole wizarding world to see her embarrassment. That must be how Erin knew. But Presley adopted a bright smile, and pretended nothing was wrong. Because, theoretically, Presley had the perfect life, and she intended to keep up that illusion.