Mum had always said she needed to be more aware of her surroundings, and once again, mum was right. Startled to the point of nearly jumping out of her skin, though somehow managing to keep the box steady, Bria gasped and whipped her head around at the sudden outcry nearby. "Oh... I'm sorry... do you not like mice?"

Addyson was not a fan of this novel. She had heard a few older girls over the summer rave about this novel at the local bookstore; however, her exclamation had been geared towards the heroine's questionable decision on which friend to bring along. It was obviously a trap! Her eyebrows raised when she heard a voice that was not in her head or on the text in front of her. She glanced over to see a girl (perhaps around her age) who was looking at her. Oh!

"No, not you or your mouse... you have mice?" she explained. "I was really invested in the storyline of this novel and the heroine just made a choice that's going to end badly... it's also sort of.. predictable in a sense..." She paused and there it dawned upon her. Maybe she was more upset by the decision that the character had made as she had been heavily invested in the novel.. Therefore, it probably wasn't as bad as what she was making it out to be. After all, she had been so focused on it that she hadn't heard the other student join her.

Oh yes. The other student had asked a question about whether she liked mice. "I don't like or dislike mice... I don't think I've ever seen one in person before. My cat's doing perhaps.. but he's off with one of my siblings," she shrugged, closing her book as she was far more intrigued on why the other girl had a mouse. Hopefully Castamere wouldn't try to randomly chase it... "I'm Addyson. Is your pet mouse okay? Hopefully I wasn't too loud and scared it.."