A friend? or perhaps enemy?

[Hayley Huberta]

During the cold winter, Hayley walk by her self in the Bleak Street. Many people found that place creepy however she had loved the Bleak Street. It had given her a certain awkward excitement every time she enter the place. With a hot cocoa on her hand, she then walk towards the dark corridors. With a classical song in her head, she then started to hum as her finger start to move. She pretended to play the piano but on the air.

After a long walk, she decided to sit on a bench where strange wizards and witches came. She sat down looking at them walking with a smirk on her face. Sometimes, she would see someone in robes and expensive jewelries walk in front of her. If they go to Hogwarts then Slytherin must be their house back in Hogwarts.

How she wish that her brother was there with her so that at least she had an accompany. Her brother had been the best friend she had ever had even tho he was a kind boy. But one thing that she loved about him, he wasn't scared in breaking girls heart or in other words, he was a casanova. She was pleased with that and being one of them wasn't really nice.

Hayley then stood up putting her hot cocoa on the bench and tidy her self. She could see her self in the mirror that was decorated on the shop in front of her. She was please with the way she look even tho she wasn't wearing pink. Her black coat suits her very well and also her black boots and gloves. "Perfect" She muttered and smile looking at her self. There was only one thing that she hated at the moment. She had got no accompany at the moment for that reason, she frowned and sat with her chin up pretending that she was happy.

 

[Isabella Romanes]

Isabella had gotten up that morning with the intention of getting some supplies. She had heard, while walking down the street about this shop which sold everything Italian. Isabella missed her home and wished that she was back there so finding this shop would mean a lot to her and how she was feeling. Isabella got dressed into a very simple autumn outfit. She had still not bothered to buy any wintery clothes suited for this colder climate. Isabella finished her outfit with a scarf. It was perfect. Apart from the thng that glared back at her. The pinkish/red eyes. Isabella went to her ensuite bathroom and looked for contact lenses. There were none. Isabella cursed loudly in Italian, there was no way that she would go out looking like this. Isabella wanted to go out. She hated being in a room alone. It meant she would have to find something that would hide her eyes. Isabella searched through her belongings and found a pair of sunglasses. They didn't fit the outfit one bit, but they suited her better than she believed her normal eye colour. The entire look made her look Italian but the sunglases were not something she thought went.

Isabella decided to just put up with it. Something she found very hard, but Isabella took her bag and walked out the room. Isabella was unsure of where exactly she was going. She knew that such a shop existed, she just did not know where to find it. Isabella wasn't disheartened by this. But as she walked the streets Isabella had wished that she had thought about bringing her twin sister along with her. Isabella could see that some people looking at her strangely because of the sunglasses in the cloudy weather. Isabella did not care. She turned a corner and found herself in a very dark street. She looked to a sign, Bleak Street. She had never been hear before, but that was not saying much. Isabella hadn't been to many places in New Zealand. She looked at her map and couldn't find this street anywhere. It didn't exist on her map.

A tall women in a long dark robe pushed past the small Venetian girl. At that moment Isabella knew she was no longer in the main parts of the muggle world, she was in the wizarding streets. Isabella walked forward. Sliding her way past all the people feeling extremely silly about wearing glasses. It seemed so silly, this was a dark street. The sunglasses were making it hard to see. It wasn't until Isabella stood outside an antique store that she realised that once more she was lost. Isabella folded closed her map and stuffed it angrily into her bag. She looked around at the different dark buildings. Her eyes behind the glasses landed themselves upon a girl dressed all in black. Isabella walked over and sat down beside the girl.

"Ciao" Isabella said sounding annoyed while speaking Italian. "Do you 'ow to get out this strada?" Isabella asked the girl, she spoke slowly as she was very bad at speaking english. She wasn't scared of This Street, she just really wanted to know how to get out so she could continue looking for the shop. Isabella did force a small smile. She was not in the mood for smiling.

 

[Hayley Huberta]

Hayley was quiet surprise that she would find a girl around her age wandering all alone in the Bleak street. Most of them would find it creepy and perhaps ran around and cried for help. But really, there was nothing to be scared of, it was just a street filled with people in robes and shops that sold antique or usual things. Secondly, Hayley couldn't understand how they get lost into the Bleak street. Even tho she was from England she could figure out how to get to the bleak street and it wasn't really easy to get there.

She observe the girl in detail and wasn't quiet please with her style although she was alright. She look coldly at her and began to speak "Just around the corner"She said simply. "I'm assuming you're Italian?" She said without a smile. Hayley never talk to someone she didn't know friendlily except those whom she had heard before and had good reputation. Usually the surnames of someone would reflect them, either the family was known by the others or not was by the surname.

Hayley took a sip of her hot cocoa while sitting down. She then began tidying her self while sitting, she love seeing her self flawless. She started straightening her coat, brushing her hair, and change her sitting position. "Perfect" She muttered again looking at her self in the shop glass in front of her. Fashion had been her interest since she was little so there was no use in arguing with her about it. She knew everything and how it works.

Feeling pity for the girl, she then stood up. "What? You want me to take you to the exit?" She asked with her British accent and a little bit angry tone. Hayley was never polite or too rude to people she didn't know. So in conclusion, she wasn't angry but that was her. She hated to be bothered with people especially goody good type of people. Hayley had enjoyed accompany from popular girls tho, those who aren't afraid in standing up for them self and tell those people who were lack of fashion what to do, or order around. She had enjoyed those kind of friendship and that was why she wanted to be placed in Slytherin. She had heard there were many people that had an attitude there and she would very much likely to know them.

 

[Isabella Romanes]

Isabella gave a small snort of laughter when the girl assumed she was Italian. Of course she was Italian, everything about her screamed Italian. Her clothes and her accent, but she wouldn't linger on that. It wasn't this girls fault that Isabella had run out of blue contact lenses and had to wear sunglasses in cloudy weather. Isabella could tell that the girl had looked at her clothing and judging. Isabella would've done the same, if she wasn't so worried about how imperfect she looked. Isabella knew she looked terrible with the classes, but the girls judging eyes didn't need to do anything. Isabella had a half a mind to take off her glasses off and face the music than feel so imperfect. Isabella looked at the girl when she muttered a word. She had not been able to make it out, but it was clear the girl was quite self-involved. Trust that kind of person to be in this kind of street.

Isabella looked at the girl when she stood up. Isabella shook her head, she really didn't need to be shown by someone who didn't want to show her. Isabella, had to begin to think of what to say. In Italian Isabella would be fine, but in English she had to translate and formulate. English was an odd language, it was hard. Isabella shook her head. "No, you do not. Point me, and I will go." Isabella struggled to say. She blushed as she spoke, she wanted to sound snappy and like she was quite mean, but as she could hardly speak English it proved difficult. "I go to a Italiano negozio, for clothes, and food. You can come, if you like?" Isabella finished. Not really wanting to be alone and knowing that shopping would be something this girl would like. Or might like.

 

[Hayley Huberta]

Hayley was staring at the girl for several minute and a fake smile appear on her face after knowing that the girl had such a high taste. Hayley used to be a big fan of Italian fashion but not anymore. "Italian shops? Take me with you then" The fake smile hadn't disappear but it was smaller. Hayley wasn't use to smile towards stranger. She then walk with her towards the exit trying to figure out where the girl was heading.

"So, recommend me the best Italian clothing shop around then" She said looking at her while tapping her feet showing that she wasn't a patience. Waiting for something or someone was the weakness of Hayley, she could never do that. She had never waited for anybody in her life, except this one time when her mother gave birth to Candy. And that was it, she never wait for anyone else.

Hayley then took a sip of her hot cocoa, walking with the Italian girl. "I'm Hayley Huberta" She said looking at the girl for three seconds and cast her sight to the East, where the girls had been walking. "Your name please" She asked the girl without glancing her. She was too focused to the direction and her way of walking. She wouldn't want to be found walking like the lame ones.

 

[Isabella Romanes]

Isabella could figure that girl didn't believe that Isabella knew anything about fashion. She was italian. She knew a lot. She just didn't care about it. It was of vireo importance as long as in her eyes she looked prfect that was all that mattered. Isabella stood up and looked around. How on earth was she meant to know the way. The girl was to show her out while Isabella refound her way to the shop she had been going to. Isabella looked down one of the streets. And then down another. This place was confusng. It was hard to tell where anything was. It really did not help with the sunglasses. Isabella in that moment knew she would have to take off her sunglasses. So slowly while not looking at the girl, took them off. Instantly she could see better. But Isabella was very aware of the pinkish red eyes that were very different from most other peoples eyes.

Isabella looked at the girl when she asked her name. It was ablittle difficult to understand the girl since she was being quite snarky. And impatient, but the girl had said your name so demandingly Isabella had understood her. "Isabella Romanes." Isabella stated. Looking away from the girl. Isabella looked toward where she wasnlooking. 

"After you." Isabella said slowly. Finding her words and trying to sound less like someone who was pretty hopeless at the language.

  

 

[Hayley Huberta]

Hayley walk beside her with a hot cocoa on her hand. "After me!? You mean, we're lost?" She said nearly shouting. She couldn't believe that they were lost "I thought you know where we're going!" She groaned again. Hayley remember there was a fancy restaurant near there. "Fine" She said calmly as she lead the way towards the Italian restaurant. She sigh as she regretted that she came there with her. Hayley didn't really care about the girl, she would get rid of her soon if the girl didn't please her. But if they could get along which was very rare, then why not?

Hayley enter the restaurant as a man escorted them to a table on the table. A menu was in front of her hand, the price were pricy but she couldn't care less she had loved the food there. "Pasta" She ordered and gave the menu to the man. She then waited until the girl order as she tap her finger to the table signaling her to hurry up a little bit.

After a while, a classical music was played and she smile as she she heard it being played. "So, tell me about your self" She look at the girl while putting her hot cocoa on the table wanting it to be thrown away since she had ordered a new one. "Your mansion? Your parents? And your parents job" Someone else's background had been one of the most important thin for Hayley, she couldn't talk to those whose the family had no reputation.