"Of course." Nataly answered as Lucille ran to an injured boy arther on the street. Wait, he looked familiar, too! Wasn't it the first year Revenclaw boy she talked to on the train? She didn't remember his name, though. She looked at him with worry. He looked pained.
"Err... Are you alright? You're bleeding." she asked him loudly across the street.
Nataly, where are your manners?! she thought in self-anger.