She had to fight the urge to stand up when he did come in. She didn't want to seem too eager or worse yet, desperate. Lyra's eyes did seem to brighten quite a bit when he greeted her. She leaned forward, an elbow propped up on the table and her hand placed against her cheek.
"I know! I'm so nervous, I don't know how I'll do until I'm thrown into it, I suppose. Madame Pince keeps telling me to buck up otherwise the sixth and seventh year might have no mercy. But I'll tell you a secret..." Lyra lowered her voice and arched her eyebrows.
"I plan on being the favored of us two, I just don't think I can possibly hush someone until I'm blue in the face like Pince does. I'm sure that'll make me popular."
She leaned back as Stephen brought her a cup of raspberry tea. He turned toward Tristan.
"Hello," he smiled, "Want can I get you? I just made raspberry for her and a pot of english breakfast is being made but I can make anything you'd like."