Melbourne was a little dusty – well, covered in flour would have been a better fitting descriptor as she was covered in the white powder. Her hair looked gray and every time she moved up the stairs she seemed to leave a plume of flour where she went. Really, if someone weren’t paying attention they could say she looked like a ghost with dandruff.

Really bad disgustingly cakey dandruff.

Still, she was happy and bouncing up to the dorm with a small basket of muffins, cookies, and other such treats resting against the crook of her elbow as she bounced into the room it was when she noticed it. The itching in her nose, the way her face felt like it was drying out like a desert. Casting a quick dusting charm on her robes and her everything she just smiled and hummed to herself as she plucked a muffin out of her basket. ”Want a muffin?” she asked a small smile on her face.

It was a sweet gesture really, partially brought out from knowing what Olivia had been reading the past few days…and partially brought on from the fact that Mel had somewhat stolen the fifth bed in the Gryffindor girls tower for her own. Something about the constant stank eye and aversion her former best friend was having with her didn’t make living in a dorm with her sound oh-so-fun. Really, she rather liked staying illicitly with Olivia and the other fifth years was more fun to her and enthralling.