Amelia was tempted to say something snarky to answer the boy's question, considering how obvious it was by the state of her clothing and hair. Before she could get to it, however, she watched as a young woman entered the common room, dripping in the same manner Amelia was.
Despite her running makeup, Amelia could see the girl was beautiful. Amelia flushed involuntarily, cursing the blood which rushed to her face, the only outward sign of her thoughts Amelia couldn't control. She mocked wiping more water from her face to hide her blush. It was silly, really, that she should blush, but she knew how foolish she must look standing next to such a beauty, even if they were both soaking wet.
Amelia nodded in response to the girl's question, not knowing quite how to respond since what the blonde had said hadn't been a question, but more of a statement. Instead, she chose to respond to the Irishman's earlier statement.
"I was actually planning to head upstairs and change. Being so wet isn't exactly comfortable," she said, shaking her head at the fact that she had stated the obvious, just as she had accused the boy of doing earlier. Maybe it's contagious... she thought cheekily.
"I'll... um... be right back," Amelia said awkwardly, practically sprinting for the steps before either of her fellow Ravenclaws could say anything to keep her there longer. Once in the dormitory, Amelia changed hastily, pulling on a dry henley shirt and her broken in jeans.
Although she seriously considered staying in the dormitory to avoid further conversation, Amelia could not resist the allure of the warm fireplace in the common room. Changing had helped, but the chill of the rain had made it down to her bones.
Sighing in a resigned sort of way, Amelia made her way back down the spiral steps holding a mug containing a tea bag. Once reaching the common room, she sat down in one of the chairs near the fire, close enough to the boy so as not to offend, but far enough away to allow him to ignore her presence if he so desired.