It had been years since you’ve seen Merula after graduating Hogwarts. You and the Slytherin girl had been enemies for ages, then friends. And now… strangers.

And yet there she was by the bar, a glass of butterbeer in hand, her nails painted black. The ends of her short brown hair were bleached blonde and she still had orange streaks in her hair, and she had a few lip and ear piercings. Her purple eyes are cast down in thought.

Do you approach her?