"Room fourteen. Got it." Sally herself was not the best at making friends, but Eloise had always seemed quite logical and worthy of her time. In contrast to say, Megan Jones, the bubbly Muggleborn girl from their year who she couldn't imagine ever having anything in common with.
"Just home to get some supper. Don't let me keep you from your shopping. I'll send out an owl this week." As she started out the door, it dawned on Sally that this was not the obvious choice for Eloise to do her shopping. It tends to take a certain sort to even travel down Knockturn. Sally waved before stepping out into the cold evening air.