Bailey was seated at her usual seat at a back table in the library. Her account ledger open, but partially covered with a stack of papers. The notes were the almost indecipherable mixture of letters and numbers that marked her arithmancy research. Her hair was tucked behind her ears already, but her hand mirrored the motion, tucking an invisible strand behind her ear as she contemplated her notes.
It was just as well Bailey did not know about the plans he was making with Molly for some kind of prank. Although she was not as distressed by the pranks as some had been, neither did she think it dignified to be covered in feathers or glitter. Okay so she had skipped the feathers because of her study habits, but still she found it unsettling, especially in light of the Deatheater attack only a month ago.
The voice interrupted her train of thought, and she took a moment to process what was said... Irish Cream? Oh the alcohol. Bailey spent enough time in bars to be familiar with many brands even if she did not indulge herself. Trystan - Thor - was good looking in that blond jock sort of way. Appealing to look at, for sure, though not necessarily much depth. "Hey, Hammer-boy."