Irial continued walking, humming to himself. The students were well past him, and he was pleased that he'd managed to slip past them without incident, as one of them was a Slytherin who'd nearly gotten him detention at the Willow weeks earlier.

Glancing back, he smiled to himself. They were so engrossed in each other, none of them noticed he was there. He wished he could be invisible like that all the time. But...that doesn't happen.

Turning back to see where he was going, he wondered absently where his brother was. He hadn't seen him in a while, and he hoped that Aries wasn't stuck in detention somewhere. He made a mental note to ask a fellow Gryffindor, possibly the Head Girl, where his brother was.

He was just about to turn a corner when he spotted Rhea. He smiled to himself and made a motion to raise his hand in a wave, but spotted something clutched in her hands. A magazine? Ah. So she was busy. Oh well.

When he walked closer to her, he nodded at her. "Hey, Rhea," he said, pausing for a moment. If she was busy, he wouldn't bother her.