Antisocial

For the few months she had taught at Durmstrang, Viola had managed to avoid speaking with most of the other teachers. Sure, she whispered a polite good morning or something once an a while if she passed someone in the hall, but no real connections.

Now, while she was alone in the staff room, she decided to open a piece of candy and relax. Maybe drift off and think about her animals or Ethon to pass the time. As she rolled the blood pop around her tongue, she wondered if anyone would want to talk to her.

Not that she really cared, of course.