"Precaution. Right. I guess you were made for Gryffindor. Foolishly brave. Foolhardy."
Mia rolled her eyes and smiled at her new word. Foolhardy she quite liked it. Her eyes focused on the mess before her and she whipped out her embroidered handkerchief. She let out a pearly white smile, and gestured toward the mess, waving her handkerchief wildly before handing it to Scott in a rather sarcastic manner.
"Mop that up, wont you."
Mia snorted and pulled a piece of a dark brown Chocoball. She bit into it and chewed, turning her head so that she could survey the room. It was black and clean, and Mia liked it. The smell of old books permeated it, and Mia...well Mia liked it. She swallowed and crossed her legs, debating what to say. She decided to brag, just a little.
"You know, I'm a writer now. For the Fanged Post, the Slytherin Newspaper."
Mia smiled and stared up at the high ceiling.
"I've made something of myself...I've succeeded. Grandmum will be proud once I write to her."
Mia turned her head to look at him.
"Have you written to her? Grandmum?"
"Chocolate omnia constituit"
//Co-Founder of Gobstones Club//Writer//