Boredom strikes at 12

Thomas sighed and stood around in the great clock tower, not entirely sure what he was doing here. He supposed he just had nothing better to do right now, and shrugged to himself as he paced around, looking outside. He'd not met anyone yet, and in his head he had half a mind not to. He'd love to talk to people sometimes, but other times they'd be the biggest headache imaginable, so he just sighed again as the clock tolled twelve. Midday. The sound was slightly deafening since he was so close, but he stayed anyway. Why not?

Violet, wanting to be alone, felt like the clock tower would be the perfect place. Quiet, alone, close. She was in the courtyard. She started up the steps.

Violet at about halfway up, stopped suddenly to see if she had brought her quill, ink, and parchment to write a letter to her mother. Sighing satisfied as she had ramembered to, she continued up the steps.

Trouble was, as Violet planned to be alone, someone else was there also. "Hello..." Violet called to the boy uncertainly. She took a few awkward steps to him. "Am I intruding?" She smiled and looked down at her feet, hoping her cheeks werent red.

Thomas turned around at the sound of a voice, calming down much more now. "N-No, not at all. Though it's probably good you didn't turn up sooner, otherwise I might have been in a stupid temper with absolutely no reason behind it." he acclaimed as the tolls of the bell stopped. "But anyway, I see you obviously came here for some solitude, so I'll get out of your way, shall I?" He said, heading towards the stairs.

Violet smiled. "I find myself in that situation quite frequently." She said plainly, sitting down on the top step. "You dont have to you know. Maybe I was hoping someone was here, to talk. This is a favorite place of mine to do so." Violet shrugged. "The invitaion stands. You can stay and talk or you can leave. Im not stopping you." She motioned to the staircase.

Violet eyed the boy curiously. "Youre a Hufflepuff." She didnt say it in a question, she knew he was. She had seen him flit in and out of the common room many times. "Youre not a first year, because you werent recently sorted. Id say you are a second or third year. Fourth year is pushing it, because you look much too young for that." Hoping she didnt take offence, she cleared her throat.