Maggie looked up at the feel of someone sitting down near her, clearing her throat and glancing over. She raised her eyebrows appreciatively, clearing out her of her funk enough to flash a hopefully charming smile at the other girl. She may have been upset, but she wasn't dead.
"Hey," she said, smoothing out her skirt, one of the brightly colored broomstick ones that she preferred. Taking in the other woman's appearance, she wished suddenly that she'd put on makeup or worn something more flattering than an oversized black T-shirt for a neo-grunge band from the 2030s. "Some library, huh?" She nodded up the stairs, swiping at slightly-swollen eyes with the palm of one hand. "They don't make them like this any more."