Sansa's pale blue eyes focused on Hermione's face. She saw a pretty young lady with wavey brown hair and a concerned expression. The concern almost had her believing it was genuine. This woman didn't know her so why would there be ulterior motives? But the bad times in Westeros were still too close, almost feeling as if winter could come to Hogwarts even in June, breathing a chill down her neck.
She mentally shook the feeling off. "Yes, please," Sansa said firmly, offering her hand. She wanted to see magic's healing capability.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Sansa Stark and I believe we do share a room. How strange it must feel for you to be returned here."