Fred fiddled with her braid uncomfortably while she waited for someone—anyone—to hurry up and take her place at the check-in counter. She wasn’t good with people, she was the last person in the world that should be able to stand up here and interact with people.
Still…She couldn’t help the small smile that crossed her face when the red haired girl burst in and tripped over her own feet. “Would you like some help?” She asked quietly, shocking herself a little bit. She never talked to random people any more, hell, she barely forced out a few words towards her family.