Netta slipped her books away into her bag. It was a weekend where all the students were allowed to visit the local wizarding town and of course, she was studying. It was nice to be away from the school to study for a while though she supposed she could have gone anywhere. She had the ability to apparate and could have gone to Paris and found herself a new victim. A tourist, never to return home. She had that rising urge to kill and as much as she enjoyed skinning animals or making them suffer so completely, it just wasn't cutting it any more. She was starting to go out of her mind. Her thoughts would always come around to how she could kill a person and she liked to make it personal to them.

Netta slipped her books quietly away in her bags. The inn was absolutely packed with residents and students a like. Netta looked about. There were quite a few faces she knew but none she'd willingly socialise with. Then again they'd all make fun play things. Still Netta wanted to stop thinking about that for at least one afternoon. She wants dot try and be 'normal' in order to suppress those nasty little urges she had. Most teenagers were high up on hormones that made them want to sleep around, or in the very least show some sort of interest in a particular gender. Netta had thought she might have liked a guy once. He was dislike by most, seen as an outsider and actually quite handsome when he dressed up, but after the dance other girls seemed to notice and whoosh, away he was with others hat just weren't her. If only he'd known what she was really like. Perhaps he would have liked that side of her. Probably not.

Netta sat back in the booth she was in. It was comfortable and almost looked like it was empty. It was nice having a while table to herself while the place was so busy. She was halfway through her butterbeer and once she was done she'd probably take off. Maybe back to the school, maybe just for a look around, she hadn't yet decided. One thing was certain, she was being completely normal for a change.