It couldn't be as big of a deal as her mother had made it out to be, this meeting with Scorpius Malfoy. It just couldn't. Granted, he was the same age she was. And was apparently equally hardheaded. But it couldn't mean the actual, real, honest to goodness, end of the world.
Right?
Well, she decided as she made her way down the stairs, there was only one way to find out. She was going to meet in the lobby. If the world didn't stop on its axis, she'd consider meeting with him again. Provided they got along well enough this time around, of course.
Dressed in a pair of denim jeans and a ribbed tank top, she looked every bit the part of the typical teenage girl. Until you spotted the lightsaber clipped to one of her belt loops. It stood out, marked her as an individual. And swung slightly to and fro as she stepped fully into the lobby and smiled at the blonde standing there.
"I see you found the place okay. Welcome and, well, I guess I should say thanks for coming, too." She offered him a smile, her dyed black hair a striking contrast against her skin, her gray eyes sparkling with appreciation for what her visitor happened to look like. She might know better than to judge based on appearance, but looking was sure nice.