Romilda shrugged her shoulders as she thought of how bad a friend she could have been. "I don't know if I was necessarily bad, I just never went out of my way to try. My parents were busy trying to remain neutral and that really complicated things on my end." It might not have been that complicated, but Romilda had always tried to walk the line. She was expected to be friendly enough with non-purebloods but never too friendly. It had been a hard line to walk, one she was glad to have escaped.
"Come on," she hopped up from where she'd taken a seat and went to pull a few apples from the feed room. With a flick of her wand she split each apple into four parts. "He loves these," she chirped. "Just make sure you hold you hand flat," she instructed s they approached the stall where the horse had his nose sticking out. "Like this," she demonstrated holding one of the pieces up for him to take.