"Lily it is," Gellert said, taking the proffered hand and leaning forth to brush his lips politely to her knuckles before releasing it. Her hair was quite a lovely shade, he observed. Somewhere between red and auburn. To be ginger was rather more rare amongst the primarily Eastern European and Scandinavian population of Durmstrang, though Gellert had seen it once or twice in Berlin. He'd heard it was much more frequent in the British Isles and had to wonder if the English appreciated it as much as he did, if it was not an item of great rarity.
"I was just leaving in search of a library," he explained, taking a step back. "You have not seen one on the island, have you?"