After wandering around the school corridors in wonder, Cosette found herself enamored by walking into the schools trophy room. She honestly wouldn't think this school would have one. What had they accomplished. Putting one black shoe before the other, she peered around, wondering if the room was all hers. Hearing not even a peep or noise, she smiled to herself and let out a sigh.

Ever since she got to Hogwarts it was bustling with younger kids. She hated younger kids. That and all the mudbloods crawling around. Feeling her flesh begin to crawl, she shuddered. Running a slender hand down her front, she unclasped her robe and flung it off, the robe hitting the floor in the corner. With her wand safe in her combat boot, she did a small twirl, her blond hair and skirt whirling along with her. Chuckling, she smiled and saw the plaques and trophies. With mild curiosity, she headed over to one of the cases, looking at all the names and gold glittery writing.

Finn was pretty sure that Cosette was going to think that he was stalking her, especially seeing as he was going to see her again. He had watched her go into the trophy room. He obviously knew what that room was about. Although it was a bit pointless, because he really didn't care about them. But he did care about following Cosette, and some he moved to the throphy room, leaning against the door watch her for a few minute, watching her fling her robe onto the floor. He smirked, stepping move intot he room, and picking her robe up.

He could hold this for ransom, if he wasn't as mature as he was. Standing in the middle of the room he grinned, before speaking. "I think you dropped something Cosette."

Cosette hadn't even heard anyone come into the room behind her. Not seeing any reflection in the glass case in front of her, she reached down quick, grabbed her wand, and turned fast, pointing it out in front of her mysterious comrade. Oh. It was only Finn. Feeling a blush rise to her pale cheeks, she lowered her wand, the white light on the end of it diminishing. If it was anyone else, she might have blown their ear off.

Looking at his arm, she saw her robe hanging over it. "Oh Finn, it's only you." Finally saying something after a few moments of silence. She bent down to tuck her wand back in her boot before standing up again. Smoothing out her gray skirt, she walked closer over to him. "Thank you. I don't really want to wear it right now. It's.. constricting." She muttered, her french accent burred in her speech. She wrapped her hand around his, brushing her skin against his, hoping he would let the robe fall from his grasp. Although she hadn't come in here to find anyone, she was happy he had followed her.

"I would believe monsieur Finn is following me," her gray eyes flicked up to look at his for a brief second. Looking back down at their hands, her black eyelashes brushed on her high cheeks. "But I don't mind."