Scarlett was jerked out of her angry mood by the sound of guitar strings. She glanced around, wondering who else was in the garden. Her eyes landed on a dark-haired boy with a guitar on his back. Scarlett bit her lip and focussed hard on his face.
He was much older than her. She thought he might be in his last year, she didn't know how to tell. Fortunately, she could hear him. Scarlett unfolded her arms and sent a silent thanks to her mother, for making her hearing aids that would work around magic. He'd said something about it being a nice place, but she'd missed the first word or two. If he'd said anything before that, she hadn't heard him. Her anger came back briefly, but she picked up the galleon and focused on that instead.
"It's the first time I've come here," Scarlett answered. "I found this," She held up the galleon. "Must be a good omen." She said, tucking her hair behind her ears. Scarlett clenched the coin in her fist. "It's nice here. I bet it sucks when it rains. Does it ever rain here?" She had a sudden pang for Britain.
Scarlett had been struggling with the heat all summer, but as autumn arrived, it was less of a problem. She hated rain, but at least then she could wear sweaters. She hated heat, but at least then she could swim,and paint outdoors. Scarlett sighed. Would she be happy here? Or would she be as lost as she had been all her life?