What a day for a hoodie. Instead of her uniform, Brienne wore her custom Ravenclaw hoodie. The fleece scraped under her fingers ever so slowly. It wasn't an unpleasant scrape, though. Just a soft, fleecy cloud like feeling. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something was amiss. She was dressed casually; a hoodie with a plain black t-shirt under it, a pair of purposely torn up jeans. A brownish stain was on both knees, as well as grass stains. She rather liked these things, because it made her tomboyish. That was the one feeling she wanted to get from her dressing methods. She even specially requested slacks instead of a skirt. Skirts didn't seem to fit her. She wasn't able to put her legs together for a long time without them moving about. Something about the stains on her knees alarmed many, though, the fact that it clearly wasn't mud. It didn't look like anything else but dried blood. No matter how much she washed these jeans, the blood wouldn't come out. Time for new jeans, perhaps, but she didn't have the money.
She paused as she pried one of the doors open to the library. Simon? What was he doing here? This would certainly be awkwardly heart stopping. She had more than a simple crush on him, and it was hard to convey. She stepped forward inside, luckily she wasn't skittish or she'd be hiding behind a book. A huge book. Her heart was practically leaping hoops and knocking at her ribs. Outwardly, though, she appeared distant. Distant and not feeling well at all. Not that she felt well anyway. She'd just gotten over the flu, and still had a cough or two. Her boots clicked against the tile softly as she chose a book from a shelf. It was one of her favorites; a biology textbook sample from a muggle classroom. At her favorite table, she chose a random page to read from. She always read just fine, until now. She looked over at Simon, then back at the book as she attempted to read what was before her.