Auvrea got up, she had no bag, no change of clothes just what was in her pockets. (Which incase you were wondering was half a packet of mentos, change and some pocket fluff, everyone has it. Even angels.) She dusted herself off and moved to the front, next to the author. "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?" She asked, in a light cheerful tone. Pointing to the pile of stuff.
The reason she wanted to move was, more than anything. Pure boredom. She was bored of sitting there with no one to speak to, and nothing to do and she wasn't about to start conversation with a magic twelve year old kid.