 Milo & Hope specifically astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
Her arrival to the Great Hall had been delayed after what was a rather unremarkable carriage ride to the castle. The way some lint and little specks of dust had clung to one of the suits of armour lining the corridor had been reminiscent of one of the works of Ryōkan Taigu she had emulated during her performance calligraphy competition during summer term at Himitsumahou and, therefore, had spent a couple of prolonged minutes just admiring the organic placement and contrasts.
But, she had arrived now with Mercer somewhere nearby and glided to her usual seat across from Milo and just so happened to be the place beside quite the quivering new face (Hope). Not one for boisterous introductions nor initiating socialization, she simply did as she always did and reached into her pocket for a pinch of salt to lay down on the bench and in a neat line just in front of her plate before she slipped onto it and folded her hands on her lap.
She too would exist in comfortable silence until prompted to do otherwise. At least her resting stoic expression was softer these days (or today, rahter) than usual. Apparently she could give off an unpleasant vibe with the way her features naturally rested - which was most unfortunate.
Also most unfortunate was that she was not feeling particularly hungry at the moment due to how much Mercer (and his little shadow) had encouraged her to indulge on the parental offerings. Not having the space for the house elves' pudding would be the most tragic of starts to her fourth year.
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