Unafraid- Small Child- Lonely- Amoral- Italian
Kia had been in the library, browsing the shelves all day, but the only thing she had even found remotely close to what she was looking for was a history on Voldemort and his death eaters. She kept the title of the book inconspicuously tucked under her arm and against her side. She hurried back down to the dungeons, eager to begin reading, when she rounded the corner again and saw a boy being followed by an... odd number of people. He was her age. She approached him, curious. "Who are you?" She asked once she drew near, unsure what was going on but interest in her eyes anyway.