For once, Matilda wasn't returning to her room with books, rather art supplies. Her room was nice enough but it needed pictures, something to brighten it up.
Her attention was shifted when she heard a clank in the corridor up a head. It was too heavy to be footfalls and the quick sound meant it was something that had fallen-something heavy.
She followed the direction of the sound, before coming across a..it..he? couldn't have been human. It was hard to tell his age because something about him looked 'young', but he was tall, about as tall as her father. She also saw some dust on his clothes and judging from the sound she hear-he must've crawled in from some place. No one (regardless of race or species) would wear such clothing in a normally dirty place.
"Hello." She hoped he didn't mind her staring, but he was tall and that usually meant a lot of staring and observation.