Closed sparks and spite PV Avis

The wind had a bite to it this time of year. The kind that hinted to the colder days that were only bound to follow, blowing strands of dark hair from Iris' face as she walked silently to the courtyard. Bundled in a thick coat and gloves, however, the chill would have to work extra hard if it wanted to succeed.

Apart from the few students that had also dwindled out, Iris was alone. Her steps echoed faintly against the cobblestone, each one unhurried, as if she had all the time in the world. That part was true, caught up in whatever assignments had been called for in the week. Studying was a decent enough past time, though even charms had its limits.

So instead she took up people watching, a suitable escape from what other priorities chased her. Faces passed in and out, ones she knew and other's she didn't. Minutes that had begun to feel like hours ticked away, just until something actually worth noting managed to catch her eye. Blue streaks woven into brunette hair, a muggle practice by the looks of it; playing with their appearance like a watered down animagus. Had it been anyone else, Iris would've paid a fraction of attention to them altogether. But she knew this girl, her face a frequent theme in wherever Iris dared stepped her foot to.

"You. What's your name?" She approached the student gracefully, posture composed as the words slipped from her lips. There was no hostility, no twinge of aggression; but she was curious. From what she knew, or had rather seen, the first year had a mouth. In fact not far different from Iris herself, though the thirteen year old had learned well not to let it cause a scene. The bitter things she'd said to that boy in the classroom, well Iris could claim no similarity in that regard. Maybe that was what drew her in. Just why was this girl so harsh?

@Avis Marlong