<span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: calibri;">Arleth reminisced on the response she had recieved from the Slytherin that looked out of place. Why was he so hostile toward her, she hadn't given him any reason to be. She just thought he should be in his robes. He was so offended by the look she had given him, he actually told her that they'd loose at Quidditch. She wasn't at all worried about that, Slytherin and Gryffindor were both amazing on the field of Quidditch.<br/><br/>She shook the thought off and began to wander along the field, breathing in the fresh air that seemed to be changing from summer to fall almost too quickly. She looked down at her feet as she did so, people were so interested in her, but she didn't have any friends that she could actually call her own. She had her sister there and as of today her brother had joined, but they were still so young and she wasn't interested in hanging around a bunch of preteens.<br/><br/>She continued to wander the courtyard as the sun set behind the hills and the Whomping Willow swayed in the warm, yet crisp wind. She wondered what the others were doing in the common room if they were having sweets with one another and laughing about their summers. <br/><br/>Hogwarts was home, but it was sure lonely. <br/><br/>"Arla...Wait up!" shouted a familiar voice, a voice that made her feel warm. It was James, uncle Harry's oldest son. She had a huge argument that summer and could have sworn that they would never talk again. <br/><br/>"James...oh. Hi." she said with a sheepish smile. he looked at her quizically and pulled her into a tight hug that caused her to let out a small squeak.<br/><br/>"Been a while, kid!" mind you James was only a few months older than her. <br/><br/>"Yeah, it has..." she trailed off, James smirked and began to walk with her, chatting about his summer and what he and his family had done. <br/><br/>So maybe it wasn't all bad...right?</span></div></span>