live in vanity [open]

[Avery Moretti]

Recently, over the term break when she'd gone to Italy, Avery had dyed her hair blonde with black streaks in her bangs and black underneath. Now she had two toned hair. Half blonde, half black. She liked it a lot, that was for sure. Yet, it had been kind of hard to do. The girl was pretty much an expert at hair dying, but she was getting used to magic. Everything was so fast with magic. Dying hair would be a lot quicker and easier if there was some spell to change your hair colour.

That's why she was in the library. She wanted to find some kind of charm or spell that would be able to change her hair colour. One must exist out there. Glancing past all of the chairs and things, she looked at the book shelves, wondering where to start. After all, there were so many books. Luckily, they were organized into sections. Hm. So was changing hair colour a charm or a transfiguration spell? Making a bit of a face, she decided it must be Transfiguration. After all, she was changing her hair into a different colour.

Heading to that section, she trailed her finger over the spine of the books and pulled out any she thought might have the spell in it. Once she had a large pile of books, the Mihael carried them over and placed them in a tower on the floor next to a nice big lime green bean bag. Collapsing into the comfortable seat, she picked up the top book and flipped it open to the index, trailing through for any mention about hair colour. There had to be the spell in one of these books...

[senri]

The library was Senri's best friend. Nobody there asked him to talk. Nobody had the right to confront him. And he was allowed to read and write as much as he wanted. Plus, there were lots of places for him to be by himself if he really needed to be. Although, right now, he wanted to meet someone. It was his first day of the term, and he'd only been signing up for classes, and attending classes sitting by Messus Lilith Surgeon, who he still didn't really know. Meeting another person would be pleasant, especially in this environment, even if he'd rather be outside.

He immediately saw a pretty girl sitting by her lonesome, flanked by a tall stack of books. Curious, he instinctively was drawn toward her. Her hair was very strange... One of his hands came up and caressed a black streak. It was very straight and smooth. Where Senri had come from, not many girls or women had straight hair like that, and if they did, they would not let him touch it like he was now.

The Ravenclaw gave a small smile, and continued to trace his pointer finger along the definite streaks. At least until his finger accidentally touched her cheek. The fifteen-year-old withdrew his hand quickly, embarassment already settling into his cheeks. It was certainly a momentous event, one worth mentioning in his book...

[Avery Moretti]

The index of the book didn't seem to be helping her very much, that was for sure. It listed the names of the charms alphabetically, but how was she to know what in the world they did. How would she know which one would change her hair colour and style? Yet then another index began listing one word descriptions to charms. Her finger trailed down the page to 'h', where she might find 'hair'. The list was so long and she was just about at the h's when she felt something in her hair.

Green eyes flickered up to see an unfamiliar boy with his hand in her hair. She didn't really mind, dealing well with physical contact with others. She often tackle hugged people she just met all of the time. Cuddling and hugging was extremely fun for her. She watched him as he traced her streaks of hair, not really moving because he seemed very focused. Yet, then when she felt his finger touch her cheek briefly, he moved his hand away as if he had been shocked.

His cheeks immediately turned rosy and she finally moved her face so that it was upturned, looking upwards to the boy standing in front of her. A small smile caressed her rosy lips and she said cheerily, "Like my hair? You seemed entranced by it. Sorry if I gave you an electric shock. I hate it when that happens. Anyways, I've never seen you around before. Yet, you look my age. Are you new?" Miss Moretti had a way of asking way too many questions when first meeting a person. She just couldn't help it.

Waiting for his reply, she still smiled up at him, then motioned to a bean bag that was right beside hers. "Why don't you have a seat in a bean bag?"

[senri]

His eyes flickered over in a brief moment to the page the girl was currently on. It was an index: he could tell without having to read the reminding title at the top, because the long columns of letters followed by numbers was enough information he needed. She was looking up the letter "h". H... he thought curiously, though he was still in shock from touching the girl's cheek. Why would she choose "h"?

Though, when her startlingly green eyes flashed up to meet him, he was taken aback. She had pretty hair and pretty eyes. Of course, Senri was attracted to almost anything with beauty, so anyone who was remotely cute could catch his keen eyes. He watched her slowly smile. She wasn't angry at him, which was a good thing. Maybe she would be a friend? Maybe she would stay just somebody who happened to meet him once in the library.

She spoke quickly, but not in an annoying way. She seemed, at the least, happy that he was even there. Senri assumed she was one of those people who were nice to everybody except the people who weren't nice. To her questions, he slowly nodded. Yes: he did very much like her hair; yes: he was new. He watched her as she motioned to the beanbag beside her, and he smiled and moved to sit down on it. It was large, and he'd never sat on a real beanbag before. But it was comfortable, and he found that he enjoyed sitting on it.

His attention was immediately attracted to the tall stack of books that reached up beside the girl, and his gray eyes eagerly scanned the bindings, where the titles were. Most had to do with charms and transfiguration. The girl was probably learning more magic in the library, as students at Hogwarts were apt to do, he'd noticed. His head gently cocked to one side as he looked back at the girl. She was different than Messus Lilith, in an entirely new way. It seemed, so far, that it was a good way, too.

"Senri," he said in his quiet tone. It was surprising that he had initiated conversation by speaking himself, but it was bound to be a way to meet new people. It didn't mean he was going to become a motor-mouth anytime soon, but if here he could talk and not be ridiculed, then Senri would have a whole new world to explore.

And Senri loved exploration.

[Avery Moretti]

ooc; sorry for the lateness. work is a bugger. >_>

Avery watched him as he nodded after each of her questions. Immediately, he'd caught her interest. He wasn't like everybody else. He kind of had a difference to him that she couldn't quite pinpoint. It was like he was a newborn, almost. Like he was viewing things in the world for the first time ever. The way he touched her hair and touched her cheek, being so astonished by it caused her to make this conclusion. That's why he interested her. She found anyone even the slightest bit different from everyone else to be of great interest.

Watching him take a seat beside her, she gave him a smile. Noticing the turquoise beads in his brown hair, her smile widened a bit. Another reason why he was different. She wondered where he came from. He seemed so unique. Like he was from a culture she'd never heard of before. Perhaps he was, and she was dying to ask, but that could be very rude. Some people though it would be rude and some didn't, but to avoid making him upset, she decided not to risk it.

Her green eyes slowly turned to the stack of books she could see he was looking at. Attention was brought back up to the boy when he said something quietly. 'Senri...' It must be his name. It was just as unique as he was, further making her believe he had some different kind of culture than most people she knew. Reaching out her hand, she took his in hers and shook it softly before letting go. "Nice to meet you, Senri. I'm Avery, fourth year Mihael. That reminds me, what House did you get sorted into?"

As she waited for his reply, she remembered the reason why she was even in the Library. Normally, she would never be able to be found in this place. It was too dark and dusty, plus, the smell was very musky. It was also too crowded. Looming shelves everywhere filled with old books and people. Avery much preferred the open outdoors where she could run around and play, breathing in wonderfully fresh air and feeling the sun beat down on her.

Green eyes fell down to the page of the book she was looking in and she continued to trail her finger down the list of h's. Sighing once she reached the bottom, she closed the book and put it on the floor to the other side of the large stack. Taking a new book from the large pile, she flipped it open and looked in the index once more. Again, nothing. With another heavy sigh, she put this book on top of the other and looked up at Senri.

"I'm trying to find a spell that can change hair colour. So far, my search isn't going as well as I planned. I'll probably never find it." A frown fell upon her lips and she looked at the books with disappointment.

[senri]

Senri watched this girl, especially her bright green eyes. She looked at him the same way, it seemed: with curiosity. He watched her eyes travel along his hair, catching on the turquoise beads that separated the strands. He looked away towards her tower any time her eyes fell on his, and was gratefully relieved when they settled back on her books with his flashing gray ones. But one of her hands extended toward him and he shook it tentatively, automatically switching to self-conscious mode as he felt the imagined silk of her skin brushing the imagined coarseness of his.

She drew away and introduced herself. Fourth year... he thought, blinking. He hadn't met a fourth year before. Yes, he'd seen them in hallways and at mass meals, but hadn't really "spoken" to one. It was only his fellow first years whom he'd interacted with. And she was a Mihael who was much different than the Messus Lilith Slytherin. His response to her question was "Ravenclaw", again spoken surprisingly aloud. Typically he would have done something to symbolize his passing into his house, but today he felt more comfortable in a way. He'd somehow realized that he could talk to this Avery girl without getting in trouble. She didn't have a last name yet. Then again, if it counted for Senri, then he didn't have one either. It was just Avery and Senri - and Messus Lilith Surgeon, who he'd recently met in Charms class.

He heard her start to explain her predicament. It helped him understand the purpose of the books, but not why she wanted to change her hair in the first place. The hair obviously wasn't a natural color, and Senri couldn't understand why she would want to change it now. Did she dislike her new style, or was it just that she liked her old hair style more? Maybe it was because she wanted to be more creative than that?

Shrugging, he glanced out of the window, which was streaming in golden sunlight. His eyes followed the floating dust specs, which were lazily drifting down, unmoved by wind or other element. A smile curled his lips before he turned back to Avery. She seemed frustrated, and Senri felt helpless in cheering her up, or helping her. He didn't want her to have to leave empty-handed, but he didn't know any better, especially since there had been not a drop of magical blood in his family until he was born.

He'd read a few books, but those were Muggle fiction, and wouldn't help him help her out. His eyes narrowed and his brain almost whirred with activity as it raced to try and figure out a way to help. He unfortunately came up blank and then blinked. An idea came to him, but he wasn't sure whether he really wanted to test it out. It might make Avery angry. Senri didn't like people becoming angry at him. It would relive his former life, before Hogwarts. It would do something he didn't want to happen.

He closed his eyes and leaned back in his beanbag chair, letting his head hang behind him and rest on the cushion, and his hands sprawled to either side of him. Exhaustion swept over him, accumulated from the entire of his first day. He didn't want to be tired in front of his new aquaintence, but he didn't quite know what else he could do. It wasn't his choice that Hogwarts was more difficult than Muggle schools, if more friendly.

Fourth-year Avery would be used to it, wouldn't she?

[Avery Moretti]

When he spoke what house he was in, she nodded her head. There wasn't much you could say to a person about what house they were in unless they were in the same as you; then you could proclaim that fact. Otherwise, it was just a bit of information you could take in. She could at least gather some clues of what kind of a personality he had. Most Ravenclaws were intelligent, hard-workers, enjoyed school, liked to read. That kind of stuff. Yet, this kind of information couldn't help her to decipher his personality. It might tell her a little bit; but it was a little bit out of a whole lot she didn't know.

Realizing he wasn't going to be able to help her find the charm, since he was just a first year and wouldn't have any more of an idea than herself, she sighed again; but more quietly this time. Instead, she closed the book, not finding any information in it. Maybe she should just ask a Professor or something. The Transfiguration Professor; Cole Halliwell; seemed pretty nice. Maybe she'd stop by his office and ask him. Or she could just ask the Librarian. Wherever he / she was in this musky place.

Instead, she put her book next to her in the piles, turning her attention on the first year Ravenclaw that went by the name of Senri. She liked giving her friends special nicknames, and began thinking of what she could form his name into. Only one thing kept repeating itself in her head and she decided it was a cute nickname. Senator Senri. Green eyes sparkled a bit, yet she felt awkward. For some reason, she was worried he wouldn't like the nickname she was going to give him. Slowly, and quietly in the silent library, she spoke, "I always give my friends special nicknames. Do you mind if I call you Senator Senri?" She really hoped he wouldn't mind, after all, it would kind of hurt her feelings.

Green eyes followed his own eyes as she gazed up at the dust specs floating lazily through the golden air. It was actually quite enchanting. She noticed Senri move a bit, but she didn't look away from the dust. Sometimes it was the tiny little things in life that caught you by surprise. The beauty of these little dust specs really amazed her. They were so calm in a world full of people bustling around everywhere. It reminded her of the Disney story about a whole world living in a snowflake. Yet, after awhile, she turned her attention back down to her new friend as he moved once more.

When her green eyes fell onto him, she was a bit surprised at what she saw. He had leaned back onto his beanbag chair, laying there looking quite relaxed. She didn't know whether to be a bit annoyed; if he was ignoring her and basically calling her bored. Or if she should just join in with him in his rest. Maybe he was just trying to get her to relax as well. Deciding against getting mad at her new friend, she instead leaned back in her beanbag chair as well, laying her arms out at her sides, one of her hands brushing against Senri's for a second when she did so. She hadn't noticed though, just taking in the relaxation of the moment.

Taking in a deep breath, she let it out slowly, immediately feeling lighter. Her eyelids had closed as she lay there. The two probably looked like psychos right now, but she hardly cared about that. Instead, she was just feeling extremely and completely peaceful. Her soft pink lips slowly opened and a gently voice came out. Sometimes she just loved to sing, because it could express things that she had trouble expressing. Plus, she adored singing and music was a huge passion of hers.

"Wake up in the morning. I shall wake up and so shall you. And I wake up; the sun is beautiful, and it is warming you and I. Fragile as we lie."

[senri]

Senri continued staring into his eyelids, which should have been pitch black, but instead were an opaque orange-red, due to the sunlight filtering into the area. A small smirk twiched the edges of his lips. His seat and position were very comfortable. For a while Avery didn't speak. In fact, he wondered if she'd left. He was about to lazily open an eye and check to see if she really was still there when she spoke again. It was proof enough for him.

After another moment of thinking, he shook his head. No, he didn't mind. He was Wizard Senri to Messus Lilith. He was also Warlock Senri. Senator Senri was a bit more catchy, though more plain, but still just as special. Senri liked his nicknames. They reminded him that he was not as unwanted as habit continued telling him he was.

Another long silence continued that, and an eye opened a crack. She seemed a little annoyed at him laying down. He could tell from her pretty green eyes. Feeling highly disappointed at himself for not forseeing that, he almost started to sit up and become a neat, punctual fifteen-year-old - on a beanbag, of course. He hesitated, disliking leaving his comfortable position, when Avery copied him for some reason. Had she taken his exhaustion as a sign to lay down and relax? It didn't matter either way...

And her hand brushed his. His upper arm muscle twitched, as if it wanted to withdraw, but he let his hand hang still. Avery didn't mind her touching his hand, just like how she didn't mind him accidentally toucing her cheek. That was good. They weren't touching anymore, so it wasn't as if she would care anyway. He smiled, both eyes fully open to assess Avery's nearly motionless figure, petite and pretty.

He thought almost because her lips began to move. She was going to talk to him. No... She was singing? It was gentle and quiet, and he wasn't sure he even heard a distinct tune there. But she was definitely talking aloud. So where her words with meaning, lyrics, or both? He took them as heart-felt, literal words. Was she going to fall asleep because she thought he had, and then they'd both wake up tomorrow morning?

Startled, his eyes widened and he sat up. The library was great and everything, but he had a Defense Against the Dark Arts essay that had to be done either tonight or tomorrow. And since he didn't know how much time he had the next day, he couldn't afford to sleep the afternoon through! "Don't fall asleep," he warned, quietly and cautiously. Well, he supposed she could sleep by herself, but he certainly didn't have the time to...

Poor Senri's so naive...

[Avery Moretti]

Glad to see that he didn't mind his new nickname, she smiled. It wasn't her fault she had an obsession with nicknaming people. She'd done it to the girl on the train, as well, and had realized that she had no nickname for her best girl friend, Jessica. Senator Senri was good enough for her, though, and she was happy about it.

While she laid there, she continued to breathe in and out slowly, her breaths getting more and more shallow as her body calmed down and relaxed. Someone might even think she was sleeping if they looked at her from afar. With a soft smile on her face, she just laid there. It was a great relaxation technique, maybe she'd have to use it at a later date if she was getting stressed. Although, that was what her doing yoga was for. Plus, it made her very flexible. :]

Hearing movement beside her, she peeked open an eye to see Senri had sat up, looking quite startled. The boy looked very worried, and she wondered why. They'd been relaxing and enjoying themselves; his change in mood was very sudden. Sitting up herself, she got a bit dizzy. After all, the blood had rushed to her head and was now pouring back into the rest of her body. Steadying herself, she closed her eyes for a moment and opened them again, returning to feeling normal.

One of her eyebrows rose as he spoke. She wasn't sure whether he was serious or not. Though, his expression and tone of voice indicated he was. However, a lot of her friends were good actors, so maybe he was just playing with her. Somehow, the Mihael doubted it. He sure was a strange boy; very different from anyone she'd ever met before. Not that that was bad or anything, at least it gave her something to think about.

Shaking her head back and forth slowly, she looked at him and said, "I won't fall asleep. Don't worry." Then she smiled at him a little bit, thinking about how he was suck an... innocent person. Once again, the thought of him being like a newborn crossed her mind. He was so naive and child-like. Now she was very curious as to where and how he'd grown up. Maybe he wouldn't mind her asking.

Tilting her head to the side slightly, she gazed at him with her piercing green eyes, finally asking, "Where did you grow up?" It wasn't worded in a rude way, so he shouldn't get angry with her. Maybe if he knew why she was asking he'd be a bit offended, but he couldn't read her mind, after all.

[senri]

Senri watched Avery intently as she sat up with him, trying to figure out what she was thinking. She was definitely confused by his statement, but why? Had he really said something that was puzzling to her? But then she answered and he returned her smile. He liked how her pretty eyes narrowed just a little bit when the corners of her mouth raised, giving her that edge of mischeif. He blinked and remembered his own gray eyes, and how they weren't very pretty at all.

But then she asked a question that nobody had asked him since he'd gotten there. Then again, it was just his first day. Just like going to the library, nobody had the right to confront him on his first day. That is, unless somebody reels like being intrusive. But Avery didn't seem like she wanted to pry or blackmail him because of where he grew up. She just didn't appear to be that sort of person to Senri.

Unfortunately, his instincts took over. His smile fell and his eyelids lowered, giving him a submissive expression. He looked away, as politely as possible dismissing her question; refusing to answer. To tell the truth, he didn't really speak about life before magic: it was all kept in his mind. Even if Avery was a nice-enough girl, he didn't quite feel like telling her now. He blinked, still looking towards the ground away from Avery. He was even close to standing up and walking away, just to prove to her that he wasn't one to talk about such things. But he remained sitting on the beanbag chair.

What if Messus Lilith asked him such a question? While Avery and Senri's relationship wasn't as close as Messus Lilith and his, he could barely consider either girl as a friend. He'd only seen Messus Lilith in classes so far (though he had invited her to come to the maze with him) and she'd had an unfortunate glimpse of his nice book.

Speaking of his book, he'd have to ask Avery for a strand of hair or a small clip, to keep in his book - the same thing applied to Messus Lilith. He didn't want to forget either of them any time soon, especially Messus Lilith. The first friend was always the most important, right? His teeth nibbled the inside of his lower lip, and he tried not to let his anxiety show. Perhaps remaining silent towards Avery would upset her, make her angry. He raised a hand to the side of his face closest to Avery's, shielding it from her bright gaze. Would she want to hit him? Would she yell at him? His fingers curled to shut his eyes.

This wasn't going as well as he'd hoped...

[Avery Moretti]

Avery waited for the boy's answer, wondering what he'd say. She was hoping he'd say something like he was from some far away country that was foreign and unknown to her so that it would explain his strangeness. That way, she would understand better why he was the way he was. Yet, if he said he was from some regular place she knew about, she'd be utterly confused. Then she wouldn't be able to understand him any better, and she couldn't just go straight out and ask him why he was so... different.

Unfortunately, the boy didn't seem to want to answer her question. He immediately seemed to freeze; his mouth forming a frown and his eyes falling to the floor. It wasn't like her question was so rude. She always asked people where they were from when first meeting them. It was just a thing most people did, actually. You find out where they're from so you might be from the same place or you could talk about the country and things about it. So it wasn't strange.

Frowning a little at his response, she could safely make the assumption that he was uncomfortable talking about it, and wouldn't answer her. Sighing a little, she stayed silent. She couldn't force an answer out of him, but he was beginning to frustrate her a little bit with his oddity and such. Avery wasn't a mean girl, though, so she didn't snap at him or let him see she was annoyed. Instead, she took a deep breath in and out and looked at him.

Deciding to make light of the situation, she smiled a tiny bit and said, "Anyways, I'm from Venice, Italy. It's really nice there..." Trailing off, she glanced down at her stack of books, wondering if she should continue looking for a charm for her hair. It'd distract her from Senri, at least. Yet, strangely enough, she didn't want to be distracted. She wanted to continue to talk to him.

Gazing at him once more, she said lightly, "So, what do you like to do in your spare time?"

[senri]

Yes, she was upset at him. He was certain of it. It had been bound to happen when he first set foot in the double doors of the school: someone would become frustrated with his inability to talk about his past. The truth wasn't that he didn't have a truly terrible life before Trio's. It just wasn't very... exciting. Nothing happened to the fifteen-year-old, really. He was, well, normal.

Senri had never moved from the house of his place of birth. There were no unexpected deaths in his family (it was only a great-grandmother who Senri had rarely seen), Senri hadn't undergone trauma except for the teasing of his book and quiet nature. Was there something in humans that made them crave action, as if they desired terrible things to happen, or scary situations just so that they could say they lived through it? Warlock Senri certainly didn't ask for such things. He was grateful for how his life was. He only wished people wouldn't be so eager to put themselves in danger like that in such a foolish way.

But he'd made Avery, the girl who he could have considered his friend, angry at his quiet. It seemed to have a habit of getting him into trouble, didn't it? But he couldn't do anything about it now. It was too long since he'd last freely spoken, told of his boring life and how, while he didn't complain, he wished people weren't so angry at him when he didn't reply to their questions when they'd simply be disappointed with the answers.

Avery kept talking and Senri let out a small sigh of relief. His cheeks had begun to flush from embarassment and shame at himself for not even telling her he'd rather not say. At least she wasn't leaving like he expected her to, though. She didn't stand up, yell at him that it was just a stupid little question and storm off close to tears. Senri was happy for that.

And Italy sure sounded like a great place. It was too bad Avery didn't look too Italian.

At least she gave him another question. He looked up at her and noticed she was watching him again. He tried to stop blushing but it only made his cheeks grow more pink. Maybe he could answer her question fully, just this once...

He rummaged into a pocket of his robes, and drew out what was a small, leatherbound book that looked startlingly worn, but not in bad condition. He gave her a weak smile, tapped the front with his pointer finger, and slowly, tediously, opened it up to one of the first pages. Almost immediately, a small brown feather fluttered out and onto the library floor, perfectly straight as if it had been flattened by the pages for a very long time.

"This," he murmured, and cautiously held it out to her so she could read his small, neat print. He wrote slowly, he understood, but it was "pretty", as Messus Lilith had put it, and that made him happy with himself. He didn't want her to read too much, though. It would mess with his long-set internal programming. However, he lifted the small, mottled brown feather from the ground, and examined it in the fingers of his free hand.

He remembered how he got it. It was from a wounded hawk. He'd splinted its wing and taken care of it. Of course, it had trusted him little the first few days. He still had a few scars faintly visible left on his hands and legs where the raptor had tried to bite him. But after a few weeks, the snapped bone wing was totally mended, and as a parting gift it left Senri a single, speckled with various shades of brown (though predominantly a sienna color) feather as it flew away into the sky. During its recovery period, Senri had written at least a little bit every day. On the page of the day it took flight, he'd pressed in the feather.

Maybe there were some things about his life that were worth mentioning.

Please forgive my absence.

[Avery Moretti]

Seeing the boy blush under her gaze, she smiled a little. Blushing people were very cute to her. Seeing as he was moving and stuff, apparently getting something to show her, Avery cheered up a little. At least he wouldn't completely ignore her question like last time, then. Seeing the book he took out, she wondered what it was and how it was related to her question. Did he write? Did he draw? Yet, when he opened it up, she saw a feather float out. Looking down at it, she smiled.

Taking the book gently from his hands, she looked down at his neat writing. It was very graceful looking. So he basically spent his time writing a journal of sorts. She glanced over the pages of his description of the hawk and then flipped backwards through the pages, reading about how he'd taken care of it. Then she flipped forward in the book, but stopped, feeling weird. This was someone's journal, basically. People don't read other people's journals. There might be something in there that he wouldn't want her to read.

Closing the leather book, she handed it back over to him with a smile. "It's very beautiful," she said after awhile, glancing at the feather he held. She wasn't just commenting on the feather's beauty, but the beauty of the book. It was a nice thing to do in your spare time. Very nice. It was meaningful, unlike many of the hobbies people did nowadays. If you could draw, well, good for you, but what you drew was what made you special. If someone can draw flowers really great, then awesome. But if the flowers have no meaning behind them, besides the fact that they're pretty, then what's the point?

Glancing behind Senri to a clock on the wall, Avery gasped a little. It was about time she got going. There was homework she had to do, among other things. Standing up from her beanbag, she looked down at the Ravenclaw boy and said, "Sorry, I have to go. Maybe we can meet again sometime. See ya!" With that, she headed over to the door, only pausing to give him a short wave and a smile, looking at him with bright green eyes before she had disappeared around the corner. As she walked away, a smile still on her face, she thought about what an interesting friend she'd made today.

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