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Kita smiled, secretly glad that she had gotten Samira's name right. How awkward would the situation have been if Kita had got it wrong? But at least she didn't have to think about that seeing as she had gotten it right! Ok, maybe she shouldn't celebrate this too much... after all, it was only just a name! Restraining herself from rolling her eyes, Kita continued to smile.
Er... purple extensions? What the hell were- "Oh, it looks so pretty!" Kita's eyes had widened as they wandered to the strand of hair Samira was twirling in her hand and a squeal had escaped from the older girl. " Really suits you, Samira." And now the real question was... why hadn't Kita got something weird and wonderful put in her hair? ... Definitely one to think about, no?
"Me?" Well, duh! It's not like Samira was talking to anyone else! "Just studies and Quidditch, you know. Both of them have been keeping me really busy," she explained. Did she need to mention the words 'boy hunting'? "What about you, young Samira?" she asked politely.
"Thanks," Samira grinned back. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted them at first, actually. She quite liked her dark hair, just the way it was, but change was good, right? Besides, if Nika's running around with a whole head of pink hair then Samira could tough out a few strands.
And suddenly Kita said the word 'Quiddich', and Samira's head snapped up.
"Oh...Oh yeah! You're on the team!" Maybe she shouldn't be so excited because Hufflepuff beat Slytherin in the last game and because of how competitive Samira could get, but eh, it's just a game.
"I saw you play last match," nodded Samira. Yup.
"You were really good." And that was the honest truth. Samira hoped Kita would take this comment seriously, because the Slytherin did
not just throw around comments she didn't mean.
Samira let out a chuckle when Kita called her "Young Samira". How...samuri-ish.
"Well, Old Kita," she said, taking an exaggerated breath.
"Life for me has been..." Boring.
"Good. Things are good." And boring.
"Really, I'm just trying to not die from the cold." She grimaced at nothing in particular, cursing the weather for being so unpleasant.