"What? Oh." Haylie shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal of it while at the same time enjoying the praise. "Thanks. I did alright. It was fun." That, at least, she would admit. It wasn't something she would've said in her old school where she was a teenage boy. Her friends there would've never let her live it down. Here at St. Margaret's, everyone seemed so talented. Everyone was an expert sculptor, artist, dancer, singer, musician, etc. Haylie felt out of place in her own House. Sports were more her thing, but that came with a whole other set of problems. Boobs being one of them. Menstrual cramps another.
"Goddammit." Haylie stomped her feet to get some warmth going up her legs and to help relieve the cramps. "Can I ask you a personal question?"