Mila entered the courtyard, now much more comfortable, as she had changed into a warmer cloak to fit the cold air. She sat herself on a bench and pulled out her wand, absentmindedly twirling it around in her long black hair. Her emerald eyes searched around for familiar faces, her expression curious. Hogwarts students were always the most interesting of people.

Mila grinned to herself, her pale face lighting up for a moment. She continued twirling her wand and gazing curiously at the other students in the courtyard. She started to hum a quiet tune, her sweet voice traveling through the winter air. Mila loved singing, but was rather shy about it when there were lots of people around.

She didn't know what she was humming - it came from her mind, she supposed - and she stopped after awhile, losing ideas and also becoming paranoid of how loud she was getting. She pulled an apple from her pocket and bit into it, gazing now at her lap instead of at the other students. They must find me annoying, she thought. I'm only a second year, and I'm HUMMING to myself! She tried to think of more comforting things.