"I'm Belle Potter," she corrected, now getting freaked out. At first Belle was pretty sure the girl was just confusing her for someone, but now she was accusing her of being someone else and that was just---weird, it was weird. She nervously combed her hair with her fingers back, careful not to move her bangs unless she wanted to reveal a somewhat fresh scar that slashed across her forehead. She'd been attacked, mugged, this past summer, and all Belle had wanted to do since then was be normal and get back on track.
"Here's some water," she said slowly, pouring a quick glass for the girl and offering it to her, "Did you hit your head or something? Because--I have no idea what you're talking about."
Elizabeth Bell was such a boring name, anyway.
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