moping, thinking, i don't care...

[Arden Patricks]

I sigh and stare into my butterbeer.
Well, your life's looking up.... You've managed some small bits of magic recently, and you made a new friend... who then died.
I choke off a laugh before it can leave my throat, and take a sip.
Too sweet, I shake my head. Too... comforting. I think this is a time when I want the crunch of chips rather than the smoothness of chocolate.
I make a face at the glass and then sigh.
Maybe I should join the Order... but I don't know who to talk to. And they wouldn't want me anyway.
I sigh again and take another sip. Too sweet.

[Dorcas Meadowes]

"Ello! You look like you could use some cheering up!" I say.

[Arden Patricks]

I jump as some over-loud girl speaks to me, and then I force a smile.
"I suppose." I frown in thought. "Hmm... you're... Cassy, right?" I ask. "I saw you by the lake one time."

[Dorcas Meadowes]

"Yep. And your Arden?" I say.

[Arden Patricks]

I nod. "And as cheeful as ever," I snort. "How 'bout you? Things been looking up at all?"
I take another sip of my butterbeer, which doesn't taste so bad anymore.

[Dorcas Meadowes]

"No. In fact things really suck. I just don't let it bog me down most of the times." I said.

[Arden Patricks]

"I'm sorry," I say, grimacing sympathetically. "And I should probably try that."
I take a sip of butterbeer.
"So what's been going wrong? If you want to talk about it."