Padma didn't look up immediately. She had two books, each floating to either side of her, pages fluttering as a keyword charm looked for topics of interest. A third was in her hands while she read a particularly lengthy passage and finished off a line of notes in a spare journal she'd found -- non-enchanted except by her for her note-keeping. There was something serenely calming about sitting cross-legged amidst a pile of books. Once she'd finished the notes, she set the book in her hands down and smiled at him in greeting.
"I suppose I have," she said with a laugh, looking around her at the stacks surrounding her. "Pince used to pitch fits when I'd do this in the library before exams. I'm still not sure if it was the multiple piles of books that bothered her, or sitting on the table so I could reach them all better." She had actually been tempted to set up in the library itself, but had decided a smaller room down the corridor was more defensible against disturbances.
"I don't think that had really changed much in my time. My father knew someone and I had my history with the D.A. to open doors that wouldn't have even with Father's connections." Being a 'friend of Harry Potter' changed things, whether you wanted them to or not. "I don't think I'd have been accepted in your time, either. Too female, too foreign. And, yet, here we both are." Nott, as well, but not revealing other Unspeakables' identities was still too ingrained in her to even think about saying it, yet. "From what little I've heard about you and your friends, you seem to have done more experimental magic at school than most of the other journeyman Unspeakables I know, though."