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Nancy resumed to glance at the other girl out of the corner of her eyes, searching for some kind of recognizable feature on her which would help her rembember exactly where they had met before.Withut much success, however. As the girl - she still didn't know her name - turned her head slightly to move her gaze out of the window Nancy shifted slightly in her seat until she had reached a comfortable position which would help her think. Something about a courtyard...
Then all of a sudden she felt the girl's eyes resting on her again, and when she quickly jerked her head into her direction she found herself gazing right into the girl's eyes. The way her eyebrows were risen resulted in Nancy's forehead to crease into a slight frown. What was this about? Trying hard to search for answert to that question in the girl's eyes the 15 year old just stared intently into them as if somehow she could see letters and words forming sentences in them. Which, of course, she couldn't.
Maybe she should inquire this Aparecium parchment for an answer as now she did have one again after her last one had gotten destroyed by the flood in the Common Room. Yay! She thought sarcastically, as somehow she would have chosen not to read the last few entries from last term. Although, then she would never have found out about it. Talking of which, where was Steven?!
The way the girl spoke up again pulled her out of that train of thought again, making her once again stare at the girl curiously. Irial?! Oh right, that Gryffindor boy. The one Steven had talked about. Right. It was then that the memory washed through her quite vividly. The Courtyard....her talking to Irial...then this girl - the one now sharing her compartment - rudely interrupting their conversation. Okay, she couldn't remember if the girl had rudely interrupted them but some part of her told her she had. Period.
"Riiight..." Was all she could and wanted to say at the moment because luckily for her right at that moment a girl who looked about their age entered their compartment asking if she could sit with them. "Of course." Nancy muttered barely audible with a small smile for the girl while gesturing towards one of the empty seats. "No, I don't mind Pharao. In fact I do have a cat as well. I...uhm...left him at home, though, this term." She didn't go into detail on that one on purpose, as she did not want to go over the whole thing again. Next term she would buy something else at Diagon Alley.
Trying to get her mind off things - like the whole Irial/Courtyard/Rhea incident and above all the Steven/Anna thingy - Nancy forced a smile onto her lips which she directed at the new girl, Adelaide. "Nice to meet you. I'm Nancy. I'm a Fifth year too." She simply gave her a half-hearted wave, though, no outstretched hand as she certainly did not feel like it at the moment. Her attention was then caught by the girl mentioning probably being sorted into Slytherin. "That would be nice, Adelaide. I'm in Slytherin as well." Maybe they would see each other in the Common Room again. "Oh, where was your former school?" She inquired while leaning back once again in her seat, her blue eyes resting on Adelaide curiously. Rhea shifted in her seat. She was unsure of how the girl would react after she revealed how they knew each other, but was spared the long wait as the girl began to speak.
Oh...Oh?
She shrugged and looked out the window. What exactly was she expecting the girl to say? Regardless, the situation was strange and slightly uncomfortable, thank God the new girl walked in. She had somehow sucked some of the strain from the air..good..
Eyes fully focused outside the window Rhea listened to their conversation. Small talk, always appropriate. Her brows began to wrinkle contorting her face into a frown. So many thoughts were racing through her mind. The most important thing was the ripped papers by her foot.
"How would you guys feel about helping me make flying to go against Varius's discriminating fliers about werewolves? It just makes me so so angry." Her fingers balled into a fist.
" I think I want to call it the WHFTO, short for Werewolves Have Feelings Too Organization. Unless of course..you guys are anti werewolves yourselves."
She looked at them both intently..searching them it seemed, then she focused on the girl she had met last year.
"Look, I know we had a patchy start, but its a new term and we could all use friends," she said with a small smile.