Belle hesitated a moment before sitting beside on her on the step. She had plenty of time. "I get that," she said with a little sigh. She thought she recognised the girl as a member of her parents' generation - she thought she might work for the Ministry, or something. "Do your parents treat you like an alien, too? I'm Belle, by the way," she added, hugging her knees, long dark curls tumbling over her shoulders.