 be curious, not judgmental
Book club, book club, book cluuuuuuuuuub. Soph hummed a cheery tune the whole way to the library with a book under her arm, beyond elated to finally have a club meeting. She wondered what took Kitridge so long, really, but she sort of figured he had negative feelings associated with the club after what happened at their LAST meeting, so...
She assumed she understood correctly.
And thus she was excited he had gotten past his fear of book club and was holding a meeting today - better late in the term than never to have their first meeting, eh? - and as she neared the meeting area, she first noticed a Gryffindor girl laying her head in a Gryffindor boy's lap. Did... the professors see that? Merlin. Even she knew better than to be that close to Tobes in a setting like this, especially around MULTIPLE professors.
Hi, multiple professors. Soph gave them all a little wave and a smile upon catching their gazes. "Hello professors." Kitridge wasn't really a professor, but he was as good as one, wasn't he? "Hope you're well," she greeted before going bug-eyed at the sight of CINNAMON ROLLS. Without giving it further thought, Soph absolutely took the biggest cinnamon roll there with a napkin and plopped down in the closest empty bean bag to her Head of House, her book falling into her lap.
Mmmmmm. Gooey and cinnamony and sweet and wonderful. "'ese are rully 'ood," she offered up to Kitridge with a bright smile, though she was unsure of just WHO had brought them. Didn't really matter, but she wanted the recipe, for sure.
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