Severus. Jeez, he must be from the 1600's or something. What on earth kind of name...?
"Fair enough," she replied. It was a good point. She didn't usually hang out so close to her targets after a theft, especially not in her costume. It was amazing that someone hadn't already passed them, and her costume was a little bit on the attention getting side. But why did he have to worry? Why in the hell was this kid so agitated?
"Uh, do you have some place you wanna go? There's a place for...uh, people who're kind of out of place. New arrivals," she asked uncertainly, taking a few steps northward, wanting to at least get off of this block, "Or...I dunno, are you hungry or something?"
What did magical English kids from the 17th century like to do? This was way over her head.