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aRogueOne 
When times were hard last year, the then second year Ravenclaw often found herself locked up in the Art classroom whenever she was allowed to and despite it being somewhere that she could actually get away to and seek some solace (despite not actually being alone), the room had grown on her to the point where she actually had her own sketch book now. It was this that the third year was holding, clutched to her chest as she headed towards the room, ready to open the door and walk into the classroom so that she could nestle herself on the table in the middle to continue some of her sketches that she’d started on the train to Hogwarts.
However, when Ingrid actually got to the door, it was in fact open and someone was actually still in the doorway. “Umm..hey? Hi? Excuse me, do you mind? she asked politely as she tried her best to move past the girl so that she could get into the room. As she squeezed into the room however, Ingrid caught sight of the girls face and paused for a moment because she looked as if someone had killed her Pygmy Puff. “Are you okay?” Ingrid asked finally, halfway between the table in the middle of the room and the door that the girl was stood in. “You can use this room by the way. Use whatever you want in here but make sure you clean it up after yourself” a friendly smile on her face now as she tried her best to cheer up the first year girl, because she did have a vague memory of the girl being sorted in the opening ceremony and obviously she remembered bumping into her on the train to Hogwarts too. Obviously.
She had been lost in her own little world until she heard another girl’s voice asking to get by. She turned to glance over her shoulder to see a girl behind her and stepped back to the older girl some space. “
Oh. Sorry Ingrid,” she said, backing up a little more. She hadn’t noticed that she was just standing in the middle of the room. Sometimes she got lost in her own little world with her wild imagination.
Are you okay?
Lisa wiped the sullen look off of her face lickety split because she wasn’t ready to tell someone that she was upset or more so wasn’t ready to admit that she was upset. She was known for being liquid sunshine and all. Couldn’t afford not to be happy, yeah? Yeah.... She nodded, shrugging her shoulders. “
Yeah, I’m fine. Guess I’ve just got the stares. Still not used to sleeping away from home....” she spoke as she stretched her arms out widely. Lisa yawned for extra effect. “
How did you learn how to sleep away from home?”
Ingrid was polite in explaining how to use this room because Lisa would have just stood there for a moment longer and then darted out but ... maybe spending some time with another housemate would put her mind at ease. And she thought she spotted origami paper earlier.
Aha! Yes, she had.
She fished two pieces of origami paper out of a drawer and sat down to work on a crane.