To be honest...

Rise slowly let go of the table as he looked away, and looked at the books he indicated. "Huh.." She frowned slightly and shook her head at the pile he had said personal choice. "How did you find this little alcove anyway? It's like, soo far from other people." She stood up and scanned the shelves, looking at what types of books were in the section, barely browsing them as her hand went back to her neck and started to scratch again, she kept her focus on the books, her back to him as she quickly reached under the scarf and scratched at the infernal scar for a second or two before letting her hand fall to her side.

It felt a bit better, but at the same time, she wished she could scratch it more, but at least it had gotten SOME relief. Sighing, Rise turned around to look at him, her arms crossed. "You're a Hufflepuff aren't you? What happened to being sociable and friendly?" She smirked slightly before shaking her head. "Not saying that ALL Hufflepuffs are like that.. like I am certainly not sociable OR friendly.. but hey, you are who you are." She laughed softly and turned her back on him, looking at the shelves again.

Jimmy smiled at Rise, relieved the conversation had shifted, "That's why I love it so much, no distractions" he said politely. Jimmy's eyes followed Rise as she moved about the room, he wasn't used to having people around in his quiet place and it both intrigued and unnerved him.

When she turned to him, Jimmy hastily looked down at his book before looking back up again when she spoke. Shrugging slightly, and turning a little red in the process, Jimmy answered "I'm friendly...at least I try to be...". Scratching the back of his neck, he added "The Hat put me here, I know better than to question it."

Feeling a little insulted, his social skills being a sore point, Jimmy stiffened his gaze on Rise as she turned her back to him again. "At least I don't snap at people, especially ones who try to help..." he muttered quietly to himself.

Rise couldn't help but stiffen when she heard his mutterings. Just because normal people might not have been able to hear it, she heard it loud and clear, the puppy keen on hearing what he had to say. She could almost feel a growl starting in her throat, but she cut it off before she could make a noise, and she picked a book off the shelf, opening it to a random page and staring at the picture, a man half transformed, and stuck that way, it looked like he had taken a potion due to the fact that there was a smashed bottle on the ground, with liquid pouring out, and he sure didn't look to be to happy.

Rise glanced back at the boy she had just met, the boy named Jimmy who obsessed about a hat, and she could feel that she had a not pleasant look on her face, putting the book away she turned fully towards him. "I should be leaving then.. I'm sorry to bother you." She said and dipped her head towards him, her eyes cold, as she turned and strode away from his little alcove, back to her spot, to pick up her stuff and leave the library.

"Oh crap" Jimmy thought as he saw her stiffen up at his words. "How did she.....She couldn't have...Unless..". Jimmy blinked for a bit, not quite sure what his brain was trying to tell him. "The scar...the aggressiveness...the uncanny hearing...she's a Werewolf??"

Jimmy observed Rise with interest as she flipped through the book. When she turned to him, he offered an apologetic smile, though he knew it would do little to help.

As she moved to leave, Jimmy bowed his head and timidly spoke, "It was nice to meet you, Miss Risé". Sighing heavily, Jimmy began reading again. "She would have made an interesting friend..."