[i]"You know, I could almost see you saying that if it weren't for the fact that I KNOW you have some respect for Snape."[/i] I nod, slightly in disgust. Unfortunately, she's not [i]wrong.[/i] I mean, big of an asshat as he is, the man definitely knows his stuff, both by way of potions AND Defense against the Dark Arts. I sigh, shaking my head. [b]"Yeah, true. I do have a marginal respect for him. But no one can deny how much of a jackass he can be. Well, unless you're one of the slytherin's that have their noses shoved so far up his bum they can smell his tonsils."[/b]

Folding my arms across my chest, I lean against the wall, listening as Bridget asks me if I'd like to escape Hogwarts for the day tomorrow. Diagon Alley...How long has it been since I was there? The beginning of my second year. 4 years. I never went back. Too many memories of my family and I walking those streets. Having fun, playing with my sisters, admiring the broomsticks. I was an aspiring Quiddich player in my younger days, but THAT dream died with my family years ago. Still. To find the answers I needed, I will have to face certain things. 

[b]"Connections huh?"[/b] I say, arching an eyebrow with a malicious grin. [b]"I don't know, sounds a little sketchy to me, Bridget..."[/b] I watch as she toys with the bracelets on her wrist. It occurs to me that she is always wearing some sort of bracelet or covering; I've never NOT seen her wearing something. 

[b]"Oi, you really do enjoy those, don't you. Bracelets and such. Might have to get you something like that for Christmas,"[/b] I tease lightly, striding over to her. [b]"I'm up for it. Diagon Alley. It's been ages since I've been there, but I'd love to come along. Especially if you can get us answers. At this point, idk. Most would give up, would say that there is just nothing to find but...intuition. I just [i]feel[/i] like there's something more to things. And if I have to venture into the very bowels of You Know Who himself, I will."[/b] I offer a smile with those words, then withdraw my wand from my sleeve and begin tossing it up into the air, catching it, then tossing it again. A habit I've seemed to have picked up of late, especially when contemplating something serious.