"Typical," she scoffed, averting her gaze to make it seem like she wasn't intending for him to hear. There was always something—or in this came, someone—inconveniencing her when she was trying to enjoy what little alone time being a Hogwarts student offered.
"I don't suppose your sister usually dresses like this," she said with a self-deprecatory glance down at her worn dress. It wasn't tattered, but it wasn't new; since the family survived solely on her mother's income, new dresses only came when altering old ones became impossible. (And seeing that this gentleman looked, erm, more well-off than her family, she doubted his sister was the type to be caught dead in her outfit.)
"I don't suppose your sister usually dresses like this," she said with a self-deprecatory glance down at her worn dress. It wasn't tattered, but it wasn't new; since the family survived solely on her mother's income, new dresses only came when altering old ones became impossible. (And seeing that this gentleman looked, erm, more well-off than her family, she doubted his sister was the type to be caught dead in her outfit.)
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