"Bee argered?" Victor laughed, mockingly imitating her manner of speaking. "Is something wrong with my ears or are you hiding a potato in your mouth?"
Something about her looked vaguely familiar, but he could not place it. He was not in the habit of paying attention to the poor folks that lived in the slums at Hogsmeade and places like that.
He regarded the crossed arms on this scrappy little thing. He supposed the black dress she wore underneath all the dirt was not so terrible, but to Victor she looked lost and lorn and like her parents ought to give her a talking-to about how to behave as a lady—even as a lowly lady.
Just as he was gearing up to tell her just that, she revealed that apparently her parents she had misplaced.
"Oh? So you're all on your own?" he asked.
"How'd you manage to lose your parents? Ran away from them? You look like the type."
Apparently, Victor was not quite done being wretched, yet.
Something about her looked vaguely familiar, but he could not place it. He was not in the habit of paying attention to the poor folks that lived in the slums at Hogsmeade and places like that.
He regarded the crossed arms on this scrappy little thing. He supposed the black dress she wore underneath all the dirt was not so terrible, but to Victor she looked lost and lorn and like her parents ought to give her a talking-to about how to behave as a lady—even as a lowly lady.
Just as he was gearing up to tell her just that, she revealed that apparently her parents she had misplaced.
"Oh? So you're all on your own?" he asked.
"How'd you manage to lose your parents? Ran away from them? You look like the type."
Apparently, Victor was not quite done being wretched, yet.