Passing the Time

[Molly Donovan]

Busy eying over the young wizard beside her, Molly distracted enough to at first notice Cathal's entry into the common room. Normally, on a good day, Cathal was one of the first if not the absolute first person Molly ever noticed. Having known him since almost her first day at Hogwart's, she had been contently attached to his hip - to a point. He'd offered her help navigating around the castle, even doodled up a map for Molly at the time and after discovering they were in the same House and sharing a few humorous moments together - the daydreaming, artistic duo had hardly been apart during the school year even if they weren't in the same year.

Waiting patiently for Aubergine to reply, Molly seemed to furrow her brow a little when the boy got distracted by Cathal's approach and just as her friend plopped down on the opposite side of her, Molly had only just turned her head to realize what it was that Aubergine had been watching. "Cathal, you lazy mook." Molly teased, cracking an earnest smile for the first time since she'd found out about Juliet 'Donovan' - no matter how fleeting it was. Cathal's appearance was a breath of fresh air, exactly what Molly had been needing and just being in his company seemed to light her up a touch more than she had been - though in general her mood still seemed dull in comparison to her normal chipper self.

"He speaks the truth, I'm afraid." Molly spoke on the end of a sigh and resumed her slouched back position in to her chair - the furthest from seeming bothered at all that Aubergine had answered Cathal's question for her. Molly tended to enjoy the presence of younger students, they were often entertaining and it felt good when she could help them out. "...I made the foolish mistake of going home a couple days ago and thanks to Floinn Donnabhßin--" She all but growled out her brother's true name on an unabashed Irish accent that she felt no shame in emphasizing like her brother often did, Flynn for whatever reason tried to dull down the Irish flare when he spoke but Molly did no such thing - least of all when she was angry. "...and now I can't concentrate at all." She huffed and then leaned her head down to rest on top of Cathal's shoulder. "...perhaps I just need a muse." She smiled, lifting her pretty eyes up to Cathal's and batted her lashes in a fashion that would leave no doubt in Cathal's mind that she was requesting one of his incredibly stories.