Curious, curious, curious

It was only her second day here or so, but Henri was already feeling right at home. She only had a few things left to settle before she considered herself thoroughly good to go - she still needed to find a few lackeys to follow her about; a few hidden spots throughout the castle would be a bit helpful; and if she could find the local dealer, she was sure she would be set. However, she had spent all morning completely transforming her corner of her dormroom into a space more suitable for her needs. including changing the sheet colors and sewing zippers into the hangings - even bad girls should know how to sew.

With her day on the right track, the little ray of sunshine donned her Ravenclaw uniform for the first time. It was a Sunday, so there was no need to put on robes, but she wanted to make sure she could make her own alternations here too. A studded belt here; her skirt hiked up as far as it would go; severing the sleeves off entirely - there we go.

After caking on the correct amount of makeup, and tapping on her shiny little nose stud, she flounced downstairs. She paused at the bottom of the stairs to pull her grey woolen socks to her knee, and on straightening, spotted a bookshelf. She quickly began perusing it, trying to get a handle for what the school considered to be 'appropriate reading material' for their brightest students.

Raven was writing a letter. A letter to home. To her mom and dad. She miss them, two weeks she was on Hogwarts, and she miss her parents.
The libary is so big, thousands and thousands books. More books I ever seen before,
She writes and writes. Until she had complete the letter. She decored the I's wits hearts.
A an another first year came from upstairs.
Maybe, maybe. Maybe she have to go to her and talk. She has to make friends. She can not be her whole life alone. She stood up.
'Hello' she said, softly. She hasn't combs her hair.

((Just so you know, this thread is set like a three months back in time. Just a head's up))

Henri heard a voice, a small little voice. She supposed most of her fellow 'intellectuals' in the House of the Raven would speak in these timid little tones, more frightened than certain that speaking was allowed.

She spun around, her short hair swishing around her jawline. Her eyes found the owner of the voice and she put on a large, sugary smile. "Oh, hello!" She hurried over and flopped down onto the seat next to the other girl. "I'm Henrietta Finch, but you can call me Henri. I'm the new American transfer student."

(Yes, I saw it when I posted, hm, sorry)

The girl sat down next Raven. Relieved that the girl wasn't angry because Raven has disturb her, smiles the little girl too. 'He-hello-o' Oh, she stuttered. Why did she stutter? Henri did not like it firmly.
'I-I am Raven Devora. So C-call she my too.'
She fumble the letter in her pocket, it was not a good idea to talk about the letter. The letter was private. Now she has to say something. Something interesting.
‘What subject do you like?’ What original, not. She moists her lips. Why did she start this conversation?