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Nulu nodded. “It is, never was liked in the muggle world everyone had a friend since their childhood, so I never stood a chance at making friends.” She told her and sighed. “The only person who knows me well is mommy, and she well she raised me for 14 years who else is going to dedicate time to get to know me.” She told Isobel. When Isobel said sorry she looked at her and smiled. “Its fine, I accepted it. Mother told me that everyone’s stories come and go. Some are short others are long, but in the end we are all destine to change the world and disappear.” She told her and sighed. “Besides I can always attempt to locate my oth…” Nulu stopped talking. The idea of having to go back to her biological parents gave her chills. Just recently her biological mother had attempted to make her disappear. She shook her head and went back to the conversation.
Nulu giggled. “Nah I would eventually try out maybe next term…and see how things go.” She said and giggled. “The reason to why I am afraid of heights is when I was younger I always would climb up the highest place then one day in the rain lost my footing and I fell. Two broken legs, one broken arm, two broken ribs and a year of physical therapy.” She said while making a silly face. “Never attempted Quidditch, but in flying class the teacher I recalled 1st year worshipped it.” Nulu smiled. “Next quidditch game I shall go and cheer you on. Oh,” she clapped her hands. “I can do a mirror effect on the bottom of your broom so that you believe you aren’t that high. Mommy invented it, its simply mirrors to try the mind.” She said laughing. She knew that the offer would probably be denied, but it was always worth it. Making conversation was something she had to learn how to do.
"You make a good point," Isobel agreed.
"The only people who know me that well other than my parents are my sister, and my aunt. My sister, because...she's my sister." Real sister, she meant, not like Jaymie.
"And my aunt. Because, she raised me for two years, before my sister and I were adopted. She would've liked to keep us, she loves us...but my aunt is not the most..." How to phrase it?
"...um...organized?" No, that wasn't right.
"Well, she's a little, scatterbrained. She's a journalist, and she's not patient enough to stay in one place for more that two weeks at a time." She thought that Nulu was going to say something more, and when she didn't, Isobel was confused. She wouldn't ask now, maybe after she got to know her more.
Isobel grimaced.
"That's horrible; it sounds really painful." Isobel had never broken a bone, and she hoped she never would.
"The next game is Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, it's soon I think. We should go together and cheer on whichever team we choose." Yep, that sounded fun. She listened curiously to what Nulu said.
"Really? If it worked, that might be good for me. I should try it sometime." Hmmmm.
"Last year, at Beaubaxtons, I missed the last game because I fainted out of the trauma of knowing I had to be high in the air." Was trauma the right word to use there? Isobel didn't know, but she didn't really care.