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Melanie's eyes were fixed on some yellow bird doing funny things on a tree a few feet away. The way it kept hopping from one branch to the other and back amused her and she followed its every movement with her eyes, a small smile playing across her lips. Sometimes when she was bored and alone - pretty much like at that moment - she would think about the most bizarre things, like what it would feel like to be a bird and fly all the time. It wouldn't be at all like flying on a broom, as Bruno had once told her when she'd shared her thoughts with him, because there would always be the restriction of gravity and the possibility of falling and seriously injuring yourself if you lost control of it. Birds didn't have to worry about gravity or anything like that. In fact, it seemed like birds didn't have much to worry about, except for getting food and migrating when seasons changed and... well, hunters. Maybe.

She felt rather than saw when someone approached and sat next to her, but she didn't take her eyes off the bird, in case it flew away unnoticed. It made her curious, though, that someone besides herself was up so early in the morning (usually, the hustle and bustle would come after everyone had breakfast), but not curious enough to drop her gaze. At least not until they spoke.

The praise on her pyjamas made her smile. When she had got them for her birthday, she had spent three days straight wearing nothing but them until her mum had told her that she would wear them out before school started and then she wouldn't be able to show it off to her friends. That managed to convince her, but only a little bit, and she had started wearing her regular clothes during the day, again. "Thanks!" Melanie replied with a grin, looking down at the many prints of Zero floating around through the fabric. "My brother bought them for my birthd--" she stopped mid-sentence when she looked up and realised that it was Charlie sitting next to her. Charlie, of all people. Well, there goes the good mood.

Melanie was not sure what it was about Charlie that got to her, but she felt nervous and awkward all of a sudden. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she could say anything else and then settled for a hurried, "oh. It's you." It was only after the words were out of her mouth that she realised how rude they were and she wanted to kick herself for not thinking before speaking. "No, I mean-- I didn't mean that like I don't want to see you here, but like, I didn't know it was you sitting there, and well, it surprised me to see you and--" she cut herself short before the rambling got worse and let out a small sigh, turning away from him again and resting her chin on top of her knees. "Hello, Charlie."