Deep Water Closed

(Sorry for my late reply, my computer got a virus, it's all good now. My apologies. Also sorry if I am repetitive I don't remember all that happened.)

"Sounds to me like you got in a lot of mischief." Margaret said, laughing "I think I'll just do the usual, that's not to say the usual things are boring they're actually quite fun. I usually make a trip to London with my siblings every year t get supplies from my family's restaurant. But other than that, I'll probably just get into lots of mischief with my siblings, maybe we'll steal a turtle or something Margaret laughed, a bit awkwardly, realizing she probably shouldn't have said that. She mentally shook her head at herself. They probably would do something like that but usually, it was for the right reasons, like the owners of the turtle never fed it and it was being abused but none the less it was still illegal. "Do you have anything that you do every summer?" She asked. "Do you do anything with your sister" She would ask after Sapphire replied. Margaret suddenly realized how strange it was that she wasn't really excited for summer; she was already having fun at Hogwarts, but she was glad it was coming, she always had lots of fun

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(Ah, sorry I'm late to respond)

"I... I DON'T REALLY HAVE ANYTHING I DO EVERY SUMMER." She sighed lightly. "Normally I'd do a bit with my hobbies and such, but I end up stressing about what I'm going to do - and never end up doing any of it." She gave a wry laugh. "I suppose my summers are never really all that interesting."

She glanced at Margaret, waiting for her next question. At least, she assumed there would be another question. Upon hearing it, she had to think a bit. "I don't normally... I suppose I should. There's a lot we still have to learn about each other, I think. We both sort of do our own thing at Hogwarts, and she's got plenty of friends to hang out with rather than me, I think." She wasn't exactly rueful about that, per se. She wasn't a people person, even with family. "Although I think we're both a bit bad at holding on to a conversation. Maybe being bad at social interactions runs in the family," she said. It was sort of a joke, but also like a stab to the gut for her. She never even knew her family and quite frankly, it felt a bit like betrayal to make such a jab at these people that she didn't know but was tied to through blood.

She sighed. It was getting later. She may have to cut this conversation short soon. Not that she necessarily wanted to. It was okay, talking to someone else without many bars."This is going to seem like a hella mundane question, also one that people would normally get really frustrated over since it's quite overused, but what's your favourite colour?" She herself almost flinched at the question.

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