She didn’t particularly fancy exploring alone, but she hadn’t really met anyone who she thought she could really be friends with. Her father always said that it was better to travel alone than with inferior company, and her father was right about most things. At least, that was Anastasia’s opinion. Although, she was already starting to discover that he didn’t know everything about everything the way she’d always thought he did. She’d always been told that any house other than Slytherin was ridiculous, and that Gryffindor in particular has no regard for anything of importance, but that hadn’t been true from what she’d seen. And then there was also the whole issue of muggle borns and blood purity. She’d grown up knowing that muggle borns were filthy and she really oughtn’t associate with them, but the ones she’d met so far seemed far better company than half the purebloods she knew. It was all rather confusing, and she didn’t really want to think about it at the moment.
As she rounded a corner, she came upon a boy who looked a bit lost, in every sense of the word. “Hello there,” she said as she approached in an attempt to not startle him too badly.
She is beauty, she is grace, she will hex you in the face.
Stats - Strength: 5, Agility: 6, Control: 12, Stamina:7