Dungeon Hall

The pinkette wandered the quiet Hall in thought, a faraway expression curving her lips as she considered her most recent shower thought — she almost wished there were more people genuinely interested in such existential questions of life, rather than the ones who would throw a pillow at her and tell her to go to sleep. How could you sleep when such things unsettled your mind? Riley listened to the sound of her footsteps, and lightly hummed something — Windows Down, maybe? — as she racked her brains for an answer.

Heloise knew the dangers of reading while walking, especially in Hogwarts. This castle held so many surprises, Heloise didn't even know if she had half of them figured out. When it comes to the castle, it's strongly advised to keep both eyes forward. Though, Heloise read anyway. She knew the walk from the Dungeon Hall to the Slytherin common room from the back of her head. So, when walking through it, she didn't think there had to be much of a problem while reading her book. In her defense, it was quite the interesting subject. Plus, clearly - if a student were to pass by - they'd move out of Heloise's way. Heloise was wrong. She doesn't notice the other girl until she's slammed right into her, making an oof sound in the process. "Shit," she lets out, not usually one to curse, but did whenever a situation came up that it seemed reasonable to use. She wasn't really thinking much either, having just ran into another student. "Sorry. That was my bad."

A similar 'oof' sound escaped Riley, and she was ready to say something when she recognised the girl as her roommate, and smiled instead. "'Tis alright really. Wha's the book about?" A curiosity shone in the Slytherin's eyes as she looked at her housemate, having quite appreciated the swearing. (She likes women who swear. Sue her.)

Looking up, she remembers her as one of her roommates... Riley, wasn't it? Yeah, and then there was another one with the similar name. Then the one with the same face as the Dubois twins who was actually their triplet, but that was off topic. She's also relieved it isn't some asshole who'd give her a hard time, instead, she seems to just care what she was reading. "Oh, um, it's on magical creatures. Usually I don't find the topic too interesting, but this book's pretty good."

"There are odd books like that that just...ensnare y' an' y' can't put 'em down," she nodded, "I can get that. Though mine're often 'bout the de Medicis, 'cause they are just fascinatin'. Don't know if they made it t' the magical world, learnt about 'em from me dad."

"Oh, yeah, I don't know if I've heard of them," she admits, questioning it for a moment. "I'll have to check something out on them, though, now that you've mentioned them." Coming to the realization that a conversation has sort of just sprung out, she closes her book and adds on, "Its Riley, right?"

"They're really interestin'," she grinned, "'specially Catherine. Love me a strong independent woman who don't need no man!" When the blonde closed the book, Riley was finally confident she wasn't forcing a conversation the other didn't want (she'd resent it the other way around, if she just wanted to be alone. "Yeah, Riley Lynwood. You're Héloise, righ'? Sorry if me northern accent's completely butchered tha', it 'appens sometimes."