skirts. sl+sj
jungclaw
Her first instinct was to glare at the annoyance of a small animal and the person blocking her path towards the quidditch field, but seeing the innocent, apologetic smile on the other girl’s face stopped her from doing so. “Hi.” It’s emotionless, but still better than a death glare. She glanced at the cat, purring softly. “Is that thing yours? You should keep better track of it.” It was getting uncomfortable for her to look down to talk to currently unknown girl. She stuck out her free hand, “Come on, get up.”
Sulli had been unsure of how to act but upon the friendly – at least in her ears, it was friendly – greeting, her expression beamed up and she showed the other her million-watt smile "Hi!!!” She quickly jumped back to her feet. Ignoring the mews of protest from the feline, her hand flew to pet it lovingly as she continued to look at the Ravenclaw, sparkles in her eyes. “It’s not mine! It seems to like you though! Wanna touch?”