Trifling conversation was strictly against Vitani's principles, but it was often difficult to avoid. It was hard to tell what was more boring, making small talk or being concise, but Vitani never made a priority to entertain those she did not know.
She wasn't all that introverted, however, and accepted the young man's request to sit with the others.
"But first," she unwrapped a piece of the chocolate and slipped it into her mouth, while watching her crumpled papers disappear into the nearby wastebasket. The chocolate did wonders for her taste buds. Vitani pulled her robe back over her shoulders and was greeted with its warmth once more. She pushed the ink well to where it was when she had first sat at the table and stuck her wand and pen into her pocket with the hopes that the hole wouldn't grow much bigger; she was terrible at sewing, magically or manually.
Associating with others wasn't so bad when they made an effort. V carefully chose a chair to sit in where the other Ravenclaws were gathered. It was large and yet not overstuffed with velvet covering and just-right armrests.
Nice, she mused, but it doesn't rival the couch. She could get used to that spot.