Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

That girl went home for vacation.

Mis thought.

Actually, Miss saw her last week. She was chatting happily with the young man next to her, walking with a cheerful gait. Another young man was carrying a suitcase, so he must have just returned from vacation.

He leaned against the fence, and countless times he pretended to casually glance in the direction of that house.

What is she doing?

Why is it that I've never seen her come out to play? I've only seen her come out of this house a few times by chance, and I can't even find a chance to talk to her...

Perhaps because she had been staring at it for too long, Mis even felt that the air around the house was somewhat distorted, but the thought was fleeting and quickly forgotten.

Only after the handsome young man came out did he hurriedly look away and casually start fiddling with the soil in the yard.

"Miss!"

His mother was calling him from outside, and the young man was chatting with her... Mis thought for a moment, then ran to his mother's side in a flash.

"My child is home for the holidays," the young man said gently, carrying a box in his hand. "She happens to like cooking, so she baked some cookies. I don't know if you'll like them."

"Very nice cookies... Please thank that little girl for me, her name is Claire, right?"

"Yes." The young man smiled, and when he mentioned his family, he was noticeably more focused, and he seemed more approachable than before, despite the strange distance between them.

The young man's gaze toward Mis and her son was both friendly and indifferent, a combination of two strange attitudes.

My mother said this young man's name was Gavin Griffin.

For some reason, Mis was a little afraid of this older brother. Even though the other man seemed so gentle and polite, Mis just felt uncomfortable. He stood awkwardly next to his mother and listened to their brief conversation.

Is Claire the girl with the black hair?

Mis thought to herself.

She should also have a cool Eastern name. He remembered hearing a supermarket clerk mention it before, but he only knew that it was pronounced in two different ways.

"Alright, Miss, take it back to the living room." After the young man left, Mom gave the cookies to Miss; she had other things to do and would be busy for a while longer.

Miss ran back to her house with the still slightly warm cookie box in her hand. She opened the box and stared at the cookies inside, lost in thought.

She took a bite, and the taste was a little strange, but it was delicious... Miss was really curious, thinking about how the girl named Claire made cookies at home, and felt that this strangeness was completely within acceptable limits, so she finished all the cookies.

Claire moved into that house about a year ago. I say about a year because he didn't see any moving. His mother said that the family had been there before. They were from China, but they rarely appeared, so Miss didn't know.

Is that so? Mis felt something was off, but strangely, all the adults around her said so, and gradually Mis also came to believe that this family had originally lived here.

Just a year ago, I could still occasionally see Claire. She would walk into the supermarket and communicate in her slightly accented English. She was very polite and composed. It was clear that she had received a very good education and was a very lovely little girl, according to the supermarket clerk who talked to her the most.

But afterwards, it seems she went to study in a very far place and never appeared again until the holidays.

The young man should be Claire's family member, but it's unclear whether he's her brother or something else.

After finishing his cookies, Mis had no idea what to do, so he ran out to play with his friends. As he passed a house, he heard a familiar, sharp scream—without a doubt, it was that annoying Dudley doing something bullying again.

Miss pursed her lips.

Dudley, relying on his strength, always liked to bully the weaker children around him, and even spat at Mis. Mis disliked him very much, but since they lived in the same neighborhood, she could always hear his stupid shouts.

It used to be Dudley bullying Harry, but I don't know why it's now Harry scaring Dudley.

But it was all good in the end. He knew Harry, the boy who was fostered by the Dursleys, with a scar on his head, a very strange boy. Dudley was definitely more annoying than Harry. Miss was sure that Dudley was the most hated person on Privet Drive.

Mis didn't mind and happily played with his friends in the park. It wasn't until the sun was about to set that he reluctantly prepared to go home.

Passing by Dudley's house again, Misty inadvertently spotted Harry in their yard.

Harry stared intently in a certain direction of the street, looking extremely anxious, as if he were hesitating about something or longing to see someone. But in the end, he dejectedly began clearing the weeds in the yard, his anger barely contained.

It must be that the Dursleys beat and scolded Harry again; Miss knew it all too well.

He jogged away, heading home.

The journey was smooth until they reached their doorstep, at which point Mis stopped, for he saw Claire.

Claire appeared to be retrieving mail from the mailbox. She opened the envelope, glanced at the contents, and, presumably recognizing it as another advertisement, shoved it into the trash can by the door without much expression.

Miss hesitated whether to say hello.

Before he could figure it out, Claire looked up at him, a hint of doubt in her beautiful black eyes. As if she had thought of something, the doubt turned into a faint smile.

Mis straightened up involuntarily, a sense of tension rising within him, and he considered whether he should say something.

Before he could say anything, Claire nodded at him in a friendly manner, then turned and went back into the house.

"..."

Mis was a little disappointed. He took a few steps toward the house, but soon the thought that he should go home came to mind, so he turned around, feeling inexplicably lost.

When he got home, he realized he should have greeted Claire.

What a pity...

If you see her next time, be sure to say hello.

By the way, ask her if we can hang out together.

Mis thought.

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small theater:

Regarding the mindset of the people on Privet Road.

Barty the Younger: He patiently builds good relationships with his neighbors, dislikes Muggles but has solid acting skills.

Claire: I experience social anxiety during certain times of the day, so please don't contact me during holidays, thank you!

Harry: The boy who was nearly driven mad by the Dursleys.

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There's a little bit of information that wasn't mentioned in the main text, and probably won't be mentioned again.

Claire is friendly to most people, but that doesn’t mean she’s outgoing. In fact, if she can avoid interacting with people, Claire prefers to do so, especially when she’s around strangers.

At Hogwarts, Claire seemed to be good at communicating and caring for her classmates because she intentionally cultivated this image and had a high degree of identification with Hogwarts.

In normal, unfamiliar environments, Claire's social principle is more about minding her own business and avoiding trouble. So when she sees Misty or any other unfamiliar child, she will run away as fast as she can.