Pheonix smiled and sat down. 'Thanks, its nice to meet you too Miranda.' she said, dumping her exercise book, quill and ink pot down next to the book Miranda had just been reading. Quidditch Through the Ages she thoughtDad used to like taking me and Uncle Sam to Quidditch matches... There it was again, the ache on her still bruised cheek she got everytime she thought about her father, instictively, Pheonix reached up and brushed a clump of jet black hair in front of her right eye, hoping that Miranda hadn't seen the still swollen eye and bruised cheek. 'So...are you a first year too?' she asked, hoping that was a good place to start.