"It's ok. So how have you been Rose?"Harry asked. Harry had nothing else to say really. He was out of ideas. So while he waited for her to reply he thought about something else to talk about.

"Oh, mostly good, I suppose," she said quite happily, smiling crookedly and glancing down at the floor. She raised a hand to her head and began to twist strands of hair around her fingers, the red of her nail varnish making a stark contrast with the black of her hair and the white of her skin. A very strange afternoon indeed...

Harry leaned against the wall and stared at her twillzle her hair. Harry thought of how peaceful this was. Harry just stared back and forth between the two girls and wondered How much would they experince that Harry will? This was bothering Harry so he decided to talk. "So what year are you in Rose?"Harry asked.