little miss nothing

Tshering would not, could not, cannot spend another day at that wretched school without scars running through her brain. Every single minute she stayed there, she thought of memories which were supposed to be long gone because it was over. Whatever ties she had with those memories were supposed to be gone and she was fine with it.

Trailing her fingers across the concrete ground, the Ravenclaw gazed at the sky above her, grim and grey. She let her lips release a hollow sigh, before flickering her eyes onto the ground.

Archer smirked fondly as she walked past the arena, recalling the several business deals she was able to close there. All were fruitful, of course. Though few of them were particularly memorable. People weren't as exciting as they used to be. Her green gaze caught sight of a smaller figure in the empty arena, and her curiosity drove her forwards.

Little girls should never be alone at night.

"Alright, kid?" she called across the arena. Two things she could do here, warn them to leave or scare them to not coming back. The latter seemed more fun.

Tshering's head immediately shot up when she heard a vaguely familiar voice. Merlin knew how she had heard it before, though she knew that it was a while back, before she was screwed up.

She had always been screwed up, though. So that didn't help.

"I am perfectly fine," she announced, turning her face slightly towards the woman. Yes, she seemed familiar to her, but from where?