J.R. had come into town to buy some food and a gas cooker. Since discovering all the food at Hogwarts was made by creepy magical creatures, she'd been on a hunger strike, and it wasn't good for her concentration or energy levels. She'd never been one to worry about weight - if anything she already looked underweight, although she wasn't because she was basically all lean muscle. The only thing that took her mind off magic was running, so that's what she did, every single morning. She was running now because she'd just eaten her first proper meal in over a week, and she felt great. She wished she had her bicycle. Stupid wizards - half of them didn't even know what a bike was, and even the ones who did just wanted to fly around on broomsticks all day.
She was just thinking that when she heard the thrum of wheels on concrete, and the sound of a happy voice shouting in the air. Watching warily as the noise came nearer, she observed an older boy - a cute older boy - whiz past on a scooter. It didn't look magical, and it looked like fun. J.R. wanted a part of that! But she was too shy to stop him and ask him for a go. Besides, he was already way past her. Sighing, she kicked the pebbles at her feet and imagined how wonderful it would be if he stopped and came back to talk to her, and told her she was beautiful, and fell in love with her... of course, that was pure fantasy. Besides, the last guy who'd told her she was beautiful turned out to be a lying, rat-faced cheater! No, she'd never trust a nice guy again.
She continued walking in the same direction. It happened to be the way the boy had gone, but she wasn't following him. She walked along, too depressed to run now, watching the road. She hadn't gone far when she came across a plastic and rubber wheel. It looked like something that might come off the type of scooter the boy had been riding, but surely he'd have noticed if he'd lost a wheel? She picked it up and continued walking.
