Whether out of fear or upbringing, the young girl seemed a bit hesitant to take your hand. She looked at it closely and then up at you, as if deciding whether it was a safe move or not. Just when she looks as though she's going to refuse, her small hands clasp in on yours.


However, she doesn't look as though she's comforted by your words. Her eyes stay on your wand and she looks to be throwing it a few scared looks. "You pinky promise?" The voice was quiet but sounded more hopeful than it did before.

A look of confusion passes her face. "I f-fell," she said, plainly and simply, "Hooded things? I... I didn't see any hooded things. Th-there aren't any. It j-just felt cold... really cold and I heard... things..." The wobbling of her chin had punctuated her speech, making her break off completely so as to start crying. The tears came thick and fast but so did her next set of words.

"Was... was it you?! Did y-you m-make it cold a-and...?"