“Is it good?” I heard his voice, but I didn’t respond. I knew it wasn’t directed at me. I was just the blonde nobody knew. The little shy chick that sat in corners, her nose always in a book. Then it struck me. Nobody likes to be outside in rainy weather. Well, except for maybe me, but I wasn’t getting wet. I was sitting by the lake, somehow managing to keep my dull black umbrella steady while reading my newest discovery from the library. Nobody would want to be in the cold like this when they could cuddle by the fire.

“Do I know you?” They stared at me.
“Yeah, you’re Norah,” said one.
“I’m Norah,” I nodded, looking at the both of them, “and here I’ve been thinking myself Saint Nicholas,” I said dryly.
“We met last night. Remus introduced us, remember?”
“Oh. You mean I introduced myself and you went along with your business? Yeah, I remember.”

I told them why I’d been keeping to myself this whole time. I told them everything, how my parents argued, Mum left, Dad left, the burglar, my uncle… Everything. When I finished, I decided it would be wise to explain why this didn’t bother me.

“Evans? Can I talk to you?” James was using up all his courage. She pondered for a moment before chirping, “Sure, not even you can ruin my day, Potter!” she sat on the couch beside him and waited.

“Erm…what… What do you think of me?” he mustered out.