[color=a187be][h1][center][i]Larentia Naelistrum[/i]
[b][i]Departing the Platform [/i][/b][/center][/h1][/color]

Blinking once more and closing her book with a soft [i]thump[/i], Larentia reached forward and clasped the girl's hand, her head tilting slightly as the girl spoke her name. Nodding and offering a small smile, Larentia offers her own after a brief pause, she knew her manors after all. 

[color=a187be]"Larentia Naelistrum, pleasure to meet you."[/color] She whispers softly, gently tugging her hand free and clasping both in her lap, her head lowering so her curtain of black hair hides her blushing cheeks. She'd never been one for human contact, the house-elves were easy to talk with, they knew her and loved bed for who she was. She didn't have to try to hard to be the eldest daughter of a Pure-Blood family, she could just me 'Mistress Lari' to them. She flinched as faint memories began to tug at her mind, her hands tightening so hard hee knuckles turned white, her teeth grinding as she attempted to banish them, she'd promised herself she'd try to distance herself from her parents teachings, and yet here she was thinking about it. 

She needed a distraction, one quickly or else she'd loose control again. She didn't want to hurt her compartment-mate, they'd only just met after all, she didn't want to lose control of her magic. Not like last time. [@Nallore]