As Mikaela checked her watch, Dido relaxed, closing her eyes briefly, grateful that the conversation had successfully moved on. If her eyes had been open, she might have noticed the Ravenclaw’s watch and may have mentioned that her mother wore hers the same way, she may even have asked the girl to study with her. But, as Mikaela replied, “Well, I have thirty free minutes before my next class, so I guess I'll eat something and then I'll go there, what about you?”, Dido saw that fate was suggesting otherwise and didn’t ask to join the girl to get food.
Strangely, as well as vague disappointment, Dido also felt a sense of relief. Now, with the emotional maturity of a literal twelve year old, she wasn’t entirely certain why she felt this. If she had been omniscient, Dido would have realised that the thought of studying with Mikaela was mildly terrifying, and perhaps she would have tried to understand this, gaining knowledge of herself and also preventing what was later to come. But, as she was just twelve, Dido did not.
Instead, she smiled slightly and playfully sniffed the air, remarking, “Well, the food smells good!” before starting to step away from the wall which the pair leaned against. Dido continued, “I’m going to head to the library now… have a nice lunch! Anyway… hopefully I’ll see you around. Or next lesson.” She laughed and turned and started to walk, casually, away, calling over her shoulder, “Bye!”
