 be curious, not judgmental
Callum was not a morning person to begin with, but he also had not slept well, and thus he was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he made the trek down the stairs into the main area of the common room. He had enough decency to shower and change into proper attire at least and was already in his uniform for the day, so even though his expression was rather groggy and distant, he was at least sort of faking alertness and responsibility. But one would think the shower would have woken him up a bit, and yet there he was, his gaze foggy and struggling to gain his bearings in this new home for him.
The smell of food helped energize his senses, though, and Callum searched the room for Char to no avail before instinctively moving toward the food wordlessly - until he saw the sign, read it over, and paused. His gaze then drifted to Flamsteed on the sofa, then at Pebbles, then at the other students present. There was one in particular (Amur) who was looking at the food awfully suspiciously, and there were others who were not eating anything at all.
Maybe he was not allowed or supposed to eat, then. He was not sure what was customary in this environment, so since everyone was not eating, he would take the safe route and avoid potential conflict with the man who had exploded on them last night. The boy's gaze fell briefly on their Head of House once more before Callum ultimately moved off toward a wall to stand against it by himself, waiting quietly with his hands in his robe pockets, fidgeting with his lucky rocks and generally avoiding eye contact with the others until Char arrived. Observing. Listening. Calculating. Waiting.
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