"I hope she's alright," Wally said dryly, imagining that a meeting between an elderly woman and a bolt of lightning probably did not end very well, but Wally would be a fraud she really pretended to care. No, dry humor was the way to seem sincere without having to actually take responsibility for caring, which was very important to Wally. She absolutely hated responsibility in relationships, no matter how fleeting.
"I wouldn't call it exciting," she said, shrugging. "The Ravenclaws are typically very quiet - you know, we really fit the stereotypes of the bookish literary types, always burrowing their nose in massive books. They just don't know how to appreciate it when someone decides to relieve the tension, is all. Then they get, what was the word, excitable? Yes, they get a tad excitable."
The girl offered her bowl of cherries and Wally glanced in, before reaching her hand inside and scooping out a heft handful. She brought the little, ripe spheres under her nose and inhaled. They were fragrant, which meant they would do well for their purpose - she had been meaning to experiment to see if she could make some Spice hard candy - the basic drug, but compacted so the effects were minimal and it was packaged like harmless candy. Cherry was always good for a candy flavor.
She popped a cherry into her mouth and then sat down, dropping her other hand into her lap. She would eat a cherry, pocket a few, eat another. Simple enough.
"Oh, you know. Life's opportunities. I had a door slammed in my face back there," she motioned towards the Ravenclaw tower, "so somewhere else, there's supposed to be another door slammed open."