When she heard someone talking to her-well, whispering, but it was class-she jerked her head up, surprised. People tended to avoid her. Looking at the boy's robes, though, she noticed he was a Ravenclaw as well. Within reason, it bridged the personality gap-giving him a reason to not assume her life goal was to be a librarian or a hermit.

"Hi, I'm Charley. That sounds great. My brother can be terribly unreliable. What year are you now?" she responded, blindly pulling one of her many bookmarks from her bag, which sat on the floor next to her, and slipped it into the textbook, closing the book carefully.