"- Hi, excuse me." She's running to catch up to the russet-haired boy, nearly tripping over her emerald-colored robes. Merlin, how she despised these uniforms, but her housemates seemed keen on not losing any more house points so she relented & wore the dammed thing to appease them, despite her discomfort. She offers him a timid smile, nervously twisting her fingers as she contemplated how to phrase her rather embarrassing inquiry.
"I swear I wasn't spyin' on your conversation," There's a soft, slight southern twang to the American accent she's worked so hard to diminish, but her nervousness is at an all-time high, therefore making it near impossible for her to think about concealing traits she recently found herself insecure over. "- I just heard you complaining about having a class with Slytherins? If you're a third year, I believe we're headed to the same place. If it's not a bother, I'd appreciate you showing me the way, it can be just for today if you really don't want to help. It's just, I'm new & I'm hopelessly lost." Gods, she feels like she's on the brink of tears from frustration, yet she tries her best to smile through it & hope for the best.