Helena had been sitting there for the longest time, she had run out of money and was hoping her dad would show up eventually, as they had agreed to; meeting points were always a must between her dad and her, he loved crowded places and she usually got distracted; this time they'd agreed to meet at the leaky cauldron. So here she was, trying not to look pointedly at the weird people that hung around this place or their companions, which she wasn't completely sure were regular animals at all.
Suddenly, a girl about her age sat down in front of her, she didn't know the tables here were assigned, so with a blank stoic face she started to get up trying her best not to look guilty, but the girl in front of her started talking about banshees and furies, in the middle of that she said her name, so Helena guessed she was introducing herself.
"erm, not at all, you can stay as long as you want" she said simply and kept looking at her, trying to analyse her and her life, it was something she tended too do when she met new people: create a story and then see if it was accurate. After a few moments, she realized with dread that as always, she had stopped the attempt of conversation, so she politely said "I'm Helena Campbell".
