A little more than a week after moving into the orphanage, you are back in the park where your whole adventure started, playing a pick up game of basketball with some other kids, when you see a familiar red headed girl watching the game. Thankfully, she is not near the cooler. You break off from the game and go over to her (getting much ribbing about "your girlfriend" from your fellow ball players, of course.)
"Hey, Red," you greet her, slightly out of breath from the vigorous game. "Long time, no see."
"Hi," the powerful young witch greets you. "How have things been going?"
"Not too bad," you reply politely. "Everybody's been calling me 'Red', cause of my hair."
"Well, I think that's a pretty good name, don't you?" she replies, smiling, twisting a strand of her own red hair around a finger.
You agree, not that you feel you have much choice-- you figure she could always change things so you have a much worse nickname!
"So, are you still happy being a kid?"