 be curious, not judgmental
To hang out with Professor Thompson or show loyalty to her Head of House? As one who would normally go to both clubs' meetings, Sophie was torn today, unsure of which to attend. Javy's meeting was likely the choice of anyone trying to make the decision she had to make, as his topic was likely to be far more useful and engaging than a book club meeting about Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. But then, both meetings were about creatures - why didn't they all just combine forces? Have Thompson talk about whatever he wanted to talk about and Kitridge give his input of examples from the book? Why did the students have to choose today?
When Sophie entered the library, she hadn't decided which meeting to attend yet. She had her copy of Fantastic Beasts in hand, just in case she decided upon that one, but she stood perplexed by the door, eyeing both parties. She was drawn to the stone pots of warmth, pleased that those at the book club meeting wouldn't be freezing like they would pretty much everywhere else in the school, and smiled at her Head of House as she neared him by the stained glass windows cautiously. Carefully. Not deciding whether to stay yet or not.
"G'day, Mr. Kitridge," she greeted, casually glancing around at everyone who showed up for his meeting so far - all Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. No Ravenclaws, his own house. Sigh. She felt obligated, then, to stay and boost his spirits and give him less of a reason to be disappointed in his Ravenclaws - regardless, she looked longingly over at Thompson's group for a few long moments - then turned back to Kitridge, giving him a sort of sad smile. "Since both meetings are involving creatures, you and Professor Thompson shoulda collaborated. I hate choosing." But as she said it, she plopped onto a purple beanbag chair right by her Head of House, clearly having made her choice, and gave Kitridge a bigger smile. "But this is obviously the place to be." See? Loyal as could be.
Though she was surrounded by the warmth of the pots at the moment, her toes felt ice-cold and she wiggled them in her shoes, taking the liberty to remove her wand from its holster and cast the hot-air charm at them while waiting for the meeting to begin. Totally savvy of her, but she stole another glance over at Thompson's group - there'd probably be so many of her peers choosing that group that she could easily find out what information he gave them later, yeah? No biggie.
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