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Bazinga 
What a horrible term so far. Gemma was on a constant roller coaster of curiousness of the people that had taken over and fear. She hated being curious and wondered if that made her a bad witch or if she was just normal. What she did know was that her mother seemed to be struggling as well and possibly avoiding her? All she really knew was she didn't like.
Taking a seat in the grass she had her notebook and wanted to do some bird watching, but it seemed even the birds knew that something bad was going on and stayed hidden. Sighing she closed her book only to notice one of her mum's cats out of the corner of her eye. "What are you doing out here? Spying on me again?" She never could get over feeling like her mother's cats followed her around.
It might not be the best idea to go out walking alone, but Delilah was doing that anyway. Besides, she still didn't have many friends here, so it wasn't like she would have anybody to walk with anyway. In a way, it made her want to go back home...
if that were ever a possibility. As she moved further down the pathway, her thoughts bounced back and forth between here and there. If she was back home, she'd be at muggle school today, having fun with the kids she'd known for years.
She paused when she heard another girl's voice, and she looked over to see Gemma talking to a few cats. Huh? Spying on her? Delilah didn't really know this girl, but she'd seen her in classes and heard her name. Without realizing she'd done so, Delilah had walked a little closer to Gemma.
"Hey, Gemma," she said.
"Those your cats?" Lame question, but cats who spied on people seemed kind of interesting.