The way he leered at her before approaching was probably more than a little unnerving. After a short bit of snooping, he'd tracked down her. Not specifically, but it was the best option he'd boiled his investigation down to. "Langnar, yeah?" he called as he drew near. "I need ya for a sec'." Rude as ever, he wasn't asking for her time--he was demanding it.
“Huh…yeah…?” Ilse was slightly shocked at the boy’s behavior. She had seen him a couple of times before. Wasn’t he only a fourth year? Tch, Slytherin too, no wonder he was so rude. She stuffed her hands in her robe pockets. “Who are you, exactly?” Ilse asked him, confused at his hostility.