Ashley grumbled incoherently under her breath before turning to face the source of the irritatingly shrill voice that called out to her. Kyra ran up to her with the fakest smile she’d ever seen and locked their arms together. The brunette pulled Ashley along as she rambled on and on about things the Potter Heiress really could not (and would never) be bothered to care about. Ashley discretely distanced herself, fighting the urge to simply rip her arm away, and slowed her pace to a stop. Kyra, much too self-involved, didn’t even notice that she was walking alone now. Ashley veered through the other students, relieved that she was finally rid of the younger Gryffindor.