“You don’t exactly TRY to look older, do you?” Sirius teased, playing with her hair. “Why bother when it doesn’t work? I get my way by being cute and no one ever suspects me for playing pranks.” She said, giggling when Sirius played with her neck hair.

“Siiirriiiiiii,” she said, trying to be as cute as possible, “can I live on the couch while I am here?”

‘Maybe I was wrong about them?’ she thought, looking especially at Sirius; who winked at her in a seductive way, ‘Or maybe not,” she thought in disgust, rolling her eyes.

“Angel?” he asked cautiously, backing away further as she smiled evilly, “Guess again, half-breed,” she spat back at him, hate obvious in her eyes, as well as amusement, “I’m your worst nightmare,”

“Angel? What are you doing?” the matron asked worriedly. She’d heard her talking to herself for a while now, but this time she just couldn’t ignore it. “Just talking to myself,” she said innocently. “I heard that,” the matron said jokingly, giving her a vial, “now drink this.” And with that she was gone. Again. A habit she’d gotten lately, giving Angel barely any company at all. Well, besides her other self, but talking to yourself is never a good sign.