Huh?
Someone was talking to her?
Kalla looked up and deadpanned. She didn't know this girl's name off the top of her head. What had Mo called her? Something with a T? She would call her blonde. Merlin she had a mop of blonde curls didn't she?
And she barely disguised the horror of being asked if Blondie could join her. She was going to have to socialize? Where was her inhaler? Oh right... she didn't have one. WHEEZE.
Kalla opened her mouth to speak, but ended up merely nodding as she pulled her hands away from the fire... and then sat on them. "Thanks. You're not terrible." At quidditch. She had NO idea how she was as a person. She would save that judgement for later. Mhm.
"What is that Prefect's name again? The Beater?" Kalla was TERRIBLE with names. Like all the time. It was a curse. And yeah maybe she would write his name DOWN somewhere. Then she's never forget it? No she'd forget and she'd lost the piece of paper she wrote it on. Whatever. |