I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
”Never heard of them.”The young witch responded truthfully, before once again shrugging lightly. “You from around here?” Ellana then asked, as she attempted to make polite conversation.
“No, not entirely. I’m.. on vacation, you could say.” Saying the entire truth would most likely make the girl call Hermione a liar. Not only that, but it was probably end with the witch getting locked up in a jail or worse, a psychiatric ward. She had actually just helped the chosen one take down the dark lord and was now recuperating before she had to go back to school the following year - depending on if the castle would be rebuilt quick enough. She would most likely go back and help with that, having felt attached to the building that housed her for years.
“It’s not weird. Um - ‘m not sure I’d put those two t’gether. The yellow’s kinda overwhelming.”
“Is that so?”
The witch glanced down at her shoes - still not quite sure when it came to the whole fashion thing. She had heard Lavender talk about it during their younger years– how to correctly match an outfit – but perhaps Hermione hadn’t understood correctly. “If I am being honest, these heels are nearly impossible to walk around in.”
”Don’t worry about it love, it’s probably best if you haven’t seen him. He isn’t exactly the nicest person.” She replied with a small shrug, honestly just wanting to keep this girl out of her world of danger and death. As it was, the young witch herself wasn’t that good at making friends, or really, talking to girls. She always felt incredibly self conscious, and like there was so much she had managed to miss out on.
”Never heard of them before, they any good?”
“Ah..” She trailed off, quite used to those who had a ruder demeanor. She had gone to school with a Malfoy afterall. Hermione turned her attention to the CD in her hand, reading over the name. The Wanted was displayed in big letters. “Er, actually.. I’m not sure. I haven’t listened to them before. But I saw a recommendation online and thought to check them out.”
“Nice to meet you, love.” The young witch replied with a soft smile, before running a hand throughout her chocolate brown locks. “No, more like looking for someone. But, look’s like I’ve missed them. What about you?”
“Is that so? What exactly do they look like? Perhaps I’ve seen them whilst I’ve been browsing music.” This was interesting, to say the least. She was not sure if having been in the wizarding world for so long damaged her ability to really get along well with other muggle females or if she was simply always like this– she wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to talk about as it was clear not everyone was as amused about literature and learning as she was. She wasn’t that old physically but one might argue about how old her brain actually was.
“I’ve just been..” she paused, and then held up a CD. Keeping it simple might be the better option. “Thinking about buying this.”
The witched blinked; clearly a bit taken back by the negative response. Well, she was nearly positive that it was true– but perhaps pushing the subject would prove to be lethal. Not everyone was necessarily proud of what they were.
