In the Eagle's Nest

[Sinéad O'Luain]

@'Acacia Ruskin'
May 12, 1887

Sinéad sat in the common room, book open on the table, quill poised over a scrap of parchment with a few notes already scrawled down. She didn't have much else to do. It wasn't like she'd brought any recreational reading.

Glancing up at the sound of footsteps, the blonde smiled kindly. "Miss Ruskin," she said politely, as if they were surrounded by teachers instead of it being close to the appropriate bedtime for a Friday evening. "How is your evening? Did you enjoy dinner?" Sinéad had never been one to discriminate by class or blood; her mother was adamant that none of the family treated anyone as less than.

  

[Acacia Ruskin]

Acacia had just been at dinner, though it was very interesting. It was a fairly calm night, to which Acacia welcomed happily. She wasn't used to such calmness recently. She had just finished dinner and was heading to the Ravenclaw tower.
Upon entering the common room, she was greeted by a familiar voice. She glanced up. "Miss O'Luain, I'm doing well. Dinner was peaceful, I did enjoy it. How are you?" She asked. She was glad to hear the polite tone in the fellow Ravenclaw's voice. It was much better than any nervous or annoyed tones that she was quite tired of.

  

[Sinéad O'Luain]

"I didn't stay long," Sinéad said, smiling wide, "Grabbed a small meal and came back up to make some notes for Potions." She absolutely hated the class, so felt it necessary to become studious - though it was a bit late, anyway. Exams were coming up.

"I am well," she answered, inclining her head politely. "Heading up to bed? If not, I could do with some company."