Taylor was not in a good mood.
Like, at all. It hadn't started like that, though. She had started the day in reasonably good spirits, knowing that it was the day her life as a Hogwarts student was finally seeming more real and near. That's right, today Taylor was going to go to Diagon Alley and buy all her school supplies.
She had been so excited to do it all, especially buying her wang, but the real reason for her being so psyched originally was because her parents had promised to go with her to buy her school supplies-- a big deal for her, since they normally never spent time with her. But they's cancelled at the last minute, something so much like them.
Taylor sighed as she stirred her vanilla milkshake. She didn't even know why she was so upset. Wasn't that all their relationship was built upon, broken promises?
So, Taylor had come here to Diagon Alley by herself. She had often come here before, so she knew her way around. The only bad thing was that Diagon Alley was usually really crowded, and although Taylor knew nobody cared about her, she still felt like everyone was looking at her and wondering what an eleven-year-old kid was doing, wandering around Diagon Alley by herself.
So, she'd brought an umbrella along.
It was a win-win, really. Extra protection from the fierce sun, plus she wouldn't need to see anybody and worry herself wondering what they thought of her.
But, of course, she'd come here to the Ice cream parlor first. The very least she could do for herself was get a milkshake, right?
Just as Taylor was about to take another sip of her drink, she heard a voice from in front of her.
'H... Hi!' The voice seemed to be from a girl. 'Do you mind if I sit here?'
Taylor literally froze. Her heart started beating very fast in her chest, and she wouldn't have been surprised if she'd turned very red. What was she thinking, coming here? She should have just gotten her school stuff and left as quickly as she could! And now, a complete stranger was asking to sit with her, which she really hated.
Taylor looked up, wearing an expression of which she was sure was absolute terror. It wasn't like she could help it.
The girl talking to her was around her age, with dark wavy hair, a tan and eyes a brilliant hazel. A pretty face, by anyone's standards. That made Taylor, if possible, even more nervous. Attractive people always made her feel like even more of an ugly duckling.
'Uh... um... o... okay.' Taylor whispered. She hoped the girl had heard her.

@Irina Sousa

The girl nudged toward the seat across from Taylor, as if she wanted to sit but wasn't sure if she should. Looking almost as uncomfortable as Taylor felt, she said something about arranging to meet her parents here, and that she would stay quiet if Taylor wanted.
Awkwardly, the brunette girl sat down on the chair, and smiled sheepishly, introducing herself as Irina Sousa. Upon hearing that, the first thing that came to Taylor's mind was 'Irina Salsa?' However, she decided not to voice her thoughts out loud and instead reached out to grip the girl's hand ever so slightly, redrawing it quickly. She hoped the girl didn't think of her as stuck-up. It was just that Taylor found it hard to make big movements in public, with her feeling that everybody was watching her.
Taking a deep breath, she said, in what she hoped was a much more normal voice,' I'm Taylor Hunt. Nice to meet you.' Then she smiled, admittedly a bit forcedly to Irina Salsa.
Okay, time to get clean: deep down, Taylor really wanted a friend. And not just a casual one, a best friend, to whom she could talk about anything, and do anything with. But whenever a kid tried to make friends with her, her eyes mostly just darted around nervously and replied in very short sentences, causing a lot of people to think she was arrogant.
Taylor had no reason to believe this girl would be any different, but since it looked like she was the chatting type, Taylor might as well try, right?

@Irina Sousa

@Taylor Hunt