Not that bright was Anne's assessment of the singing street girl. The silly creature walked right up to Anne, well, as close as she could. Anne had the overwhelming desire to pat the smaller girl on the head, just to remind her that little dogs that yapped weren't scary. The thought made Anne smirk, the shorter girl seeming vaguely familiar, but Anne couldn't think of any students her age who would be so reckless in her presence. Her mind decided the kid was a Gryffindor, but out of school robes, Anne wasn't sure. Definitely not that bright.
Anne laughed dismissively at the younger girl's proclamation. "Montague's? Only if you want dead flowers and an empty garden plot. And that," Anne's eyes narrowed, her face stern, "Makes you a liar." Anne added as she stepped around the girl, purposefully bumping her shoulder, "I don't bother with liars."
Anne laughed dismissively at the younger girl's proclamation. "Montague's? Only if you want dead flowers and an empty garden plot. And that," Anne's eyes narrowed, her face stern, "Makes you a liar." Anne added as she stepped around the girl, purposefully bumping her shoulder, "I don't bother with liars."
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