It's Debatable private Closed

Miranda had spent the last ten minutes standing by a window, looking through the glass panes out at the rain, as if staring at it hard enough would make it go away. Seriously, she had a free period, and with next to no homework, or at least easy things she could finish with minimal work, she saw no reason to waste a perfectly fine amount of time inside. But apparently mother nature didn't agree with her, because...well, this.

The steady patter began to annoy her substantially enough that Miranda moved away, letting out a great sigh as she headed down the corridor, walking blindly. Certain corridors in Hogwarts were familiar enough to her by then, in her second year, that she didn't have to worry about getting lost as long as she stuck to them. But the moment she stepped off, it was either pay attention or wind up in the dungeons, where it was rumored that hags were lurking. Yeah...no thanks.

She soon came upon an open door that led into an empty classroom. Curious, Miranda peered inside. Apparently the room wasn't so empty after all - she spotted a brown-haired girl reading a book at an otherwise empty table, in an otherwise empty classroom. Huh.

"Ah, hello?" Miranda called, stepping through the threshold tentatively. "I'm Miranda. And I couldn't help but notice the book you were reading...the Warlock Convention of 1289?" She shrugged, a small smile evident on the edges of her mouth. "An interesting topic. You're in your second year, too, then?" She spoke that because she was well aware that the subject was taught to second years in their HoM class.

Miranda made an alarmed expression at Lorelei's reaction to her approach, but it quickly morphed into an abashed grin.

"But it's hard to resist learning something new," Miranda finished, hoping that was along the lines of what the other girl had meant. She herself had done the same thing many times before - in fact, she was currently occupied in working on third year Defense Against The Dark Arts spells, instead of her second year ones, because she'd mastered them the previous year.

A familiar suspicion hit her, and Miranda glanced at the girl's robes. Sure enough, there was a blue eagle with its wings spread on them. "After all, it's kind of the Ravenclaw calling card. Wit and learning, and all that." She grinned, then shuffled a few steps closer, just to get fully out of the hallway.

Perhaps the girl noticed, because she followed up by asking if she was in Miranda's way. But before she could answer the question, the other Ravenclaw seemed to notice the crest Miranda had sewn onto her chest, and was quick to comment on it.

"Ravenclaw through and through," Miranda replied with a full-out grin. "And no, you're definitely not in my space. There's plenty of room for the both of us...if you're okay with me being here?" She glanced over her shoulder, out into the hallway. "I can go study in the common room if I have to."

"Thanks," Miranda replied with a nod of recognition. She then moved off to go sit at a nearby table, pulling a couple books from her overburdened shoulder-bag as she did. One was on the four founders of Hogwarts, while another detailed magical or otherwise strange artifacts from wizarding history. The latter book was marked with a bookmark that made it flip open to a page detailing an elaborate image of a silvery sword with a pommel bearing a large ruby - the sword of Godric Gryffindor, founder of the lion house. The other book remained closed, showing nothing more than a title written in spidery, elegant script and an image of the Hogwarts Crest.

Miranda traced the outline of the sword, then glanced up at the sound of an unfamiliar tune being hummed by her study room partner. "No, it's okay," she replied when the other girl apologized for the disturbance. "Actually...I never learnt your name. I'm Miranda." She smiled as warmly as she could, trying to seem welcoming and kind. The information she was currently studying was mostly extra - the chances of it coming onto a quiz or test were relatively low, so she wasn't too concerned about not learning it. However, perhaps the other girl would like some help with whatever she was studying...

Miranda listened intently to the girl's - Lorelei's - rant, then cocked her head to the side as she considered it. "I don't think they had a Union. Those are kind of muggle things, or at the very least not used for magical animated statues." She'd done the selfsame essay work in her first year, but it had been one of her first, and the amount of notes had been disastrous and many points had been missing. She didn't remember much of it now.

The Ravenclaw felt sympathetic to Lorelei's plight. She had more than once felt deprived of a crucial detail in her work. The knowledge something wasn't right tended to nag her like an itch she just couldn't quite scratch.

"Besides, there's got to be an answer somewhere. Or you could ask Professor Masoud about that - he's sure to know." Miranda shrugged, letting her pencil drop to the tabletop as she turned her body to fully face Lorelei. "And there's the librarian. Have you met her yet? I haven't." Miranda abruptly cut off, conscious that she'd gotten far off topic.

"Ah...so yeah, I don't there was a Union. After all, doesn't it say that the Wizards didn't notice it was going on at first? Surely the Union, if there had been one, would have made sure they castle residents knew."

Miranda was floundering. It was a rare occasion she didn't know something about the wizarding world. Sure, she was used to be clueless when it came to muggle...but wizards? The Ravenclaw prided herself in her knowledge.

So when Lorelei mentioned something other than strikes, she latched onto it. "Wizards and witches keep very good records," she argued irritably, although her annoyance was more for herself than the other girl. However, maybe Lorelei wouldn't take it the same way. "Better than muggles I'm sure. Up until recently, their sophistication compared to ours was simply primitive. I mean, look at their healing methods! Poison as antibiotics? Really?" She normally tried not to be prejudiced against non-wizarding folk, but it wasn't prejudiced to point out facts, was it?

Her research sat quietly on the table behind her, ignored completely for the moment. More important matters were at hand than researching things for the third time. Talking to others always seemed to be more enlightening than reading dusty old manuals - most of the time, anyways. There were a few exceptions that she knew of, if the person was exceedingly uneducated or the book exceedingly fascinating. But that didn't happen often in her experience.