Finished Reading the Headliner with an Owl open

𝕽uth hadn't been paying attention to what Theo had been doing, her mind lulling over how she could store the Meringue article for later. Should she perhaps rip out the page from the paper and stuff it in her robe for later? It seemed like an ambigious choice--the robes were surprisingly deep, which was either very useful or incredibly frustrating as it took some fishing before she would be able to produce smaller objects. As such, the girl avoided using the pockets, their purposes mainly consisting of a snug place for her wand and the occasional polaroid pictures she carried around, those having been taken years ago by her younger self. She treasured them very much, and to carry them about with her was like taking a token of her home everywhere she went, a comfort she sought constantly. These she always took care of sorting to the left rather than the right, where it could get crushed by her wand.

However, her mulling was cut short by a nervous laugh that sprouted from the boy before her, and she stared at him, confused momentarily. It was only after a while did she dawn in realisation of what he had been attempting to do. This she offered an encouraging smile, shrugging as she pointed above her head where the snowing cloud was paling, "It's okay. You'll get it next time." Ruth hoped it didn't sound like rude. She hadn't meant for it to be an insult, more as a motivational statement or at the least a polite reply. She wasn't entirely sure what Theo thought, but what he did next did make her mind ponder on that thought.

Ruth watched him sling his bag over his shoulder, then traispe past her without much of an end to the conversation. She opened her mouth just as he began his way down the platform, wanting to point out that there were records that he could have brought over to the school should he want to listen to Muggle music. It was what she had caught Ira doing anyways, though it was a pair of Wizarding artists...From the way Theo spoke about muggle culture over wizarding, she would have been utterly convinced that there was no bridge of commonality between the two. And yet--

“I need to practice for an upcoming duelling match, it was nice to see you though." Ruth broguht her hand up to bid him farewell, then found herself feeling foolish as he couldn't have possibily seen it with his back turned. Her feelings were mashed between relief and disappointment. What a short conversation, but it hadn't seemed like Theo was interested in talking to anyone anyways. For all she knew, she probably intruded his time of isolation. He probably had the case of isophilia that she had disrupted. The hand that had been up to perform a wave slowly crumpled. "You too..."she mumbled.

Crouching down onto the ground, Ruth unfolded the newspaper once more, staring at the article, her thoughts now drifting back to the Christmas sprit. Without further hesitation, one hand was placed down upon the spine of the paper, the other gripping the edge. With a tug, she tore the page of, an swift rip that was nothing compared to the cacophony of hoots and rustling below her. She cluthed that in her hand, making her mind about taking a detour to the kitchen on the way to wherever she decided to go next, the rest of the articles in her pocket of depth.