The wrong Scottish Friend PV Thymus Quercus Timerey Closed

The tall slender figure walked the classroom, his once long dark hair hung closer to his pale face. His hair was swept back revealing his small black hoop earrings. The classroom were a ghost town, only a few students here and there getting their books and notes together, soon enough he was alone. He decided he would stay and study, he pulled out his notebook and began writing.
"Mah grandpa fought in world war ii
he wis sic a noble dude
i cannae even finish school
missed mah maw, 'n' left tae soon
his da wis a fireman
who fought fires sae violent
i think ah stoogied mah therapist
while playing him mah violin..."
He sung, his scottish voice echoing through the room ever so gently.
THUD! CLANK!
Suddenly a girl enters, or it would be more accurate to say she fell through the classroom doors. She hit the ground hard her bag following her, Thymus directed his attention to light hair girl in a turtle neck and boots. She looked older than him, she sat on the floor in shock for a mere moment as Thymus observed her.
“Hey….” she said her cheeks turning a shade of pinkish red. He waved awkwardly back.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to intrude- I heard your Scottish accent and thought it was my friend, Colin McCoire, so I came to say hello; I saw that you went him and was trying to leave when I tripped…” She continued to ramble.
“Anyways my name is Bailey… Bailey Glade. I’m a third year, Ravenclaw. I think I saw you at the ball..?”
"Na need tae apologize, as ye see Miss Glade ah dae nae ain th' room sae intrusion haes taken steid, aye?" He flashed a friendly smile revealing the gap between his two large front teeth. "Aye, ah did gang tae th' baw... Ah think a clocked ye thare as weel. They ca' me thymus genus syringa quercus timerey, bit ye kin ca' me quercy."
He faced her with his dark eyes underlined with a deep darkness only caused by his neverending insomnia.
@Bailey Glade

Blushing, Bailey smiled as the boy began to talk. He seemed quite friendly, and Bailey was glad. She would have hated to come across someone who was really rude and mean. Her happiness and general all around sunshiny-ness could only go so far.
only @Colin McCoire calls it my sunshiny-ness Bailey thought, and smiled. Her other Scottish friend was a true blessing, and she was glad to have found someone who was like it, at least in some ways.
“True- we don’t own the rooms. Though… do the teachers own them? Or are they just using them..? Sorry that was REALLY random.” Bailey blushed again, wondering why she was acting like this. She was tired, but not THAT tired.
“Sorry that was really random.” she said, apologizing for something she really did not need to.
He mentioned seeing her at the ball, and as he faced her fully he introduced himself, and said she could call him “ Quercy”
Smiling at her new friend, Bailey stuck out her hand for him to shake if he chose.
“Well Quercy“ she said, her smile widening. “I am very glad I stumbled into here. Maybe my clumsiness has some perks- though my body and it’s random bruises will protest!” Bailey laughed, stepping back.
“Well.. I should be headed to dinner probably. Sorry to cut this short- you can walk with me if you want, I don’t mind. I’m just quite hungry, and ready to eat!”
Bailey turned and walked out of the door, heading to dinner, smiling wide from having made a new friend.