Sybill Hatley was awfully blue, which was rather strange, considering the proximity of Holiday.

Then again, that was probably the precise reason why she was in a melancholy state, but Sybill was more content to being blissfully ignorant to that fact. Very few people want to recognize that a good measure of their sadness stemmed from their family, and Sybill was definitely not one of those people. She liked remaining in the dark, and in the dark she firmly stayed.

After tickling the fruit, which was still an uncomfortable process for Sybill, she slunk into the Hufflepuff common room. Sunlight inexplicably streamed into the space, even though it was quite a dreary day out, and a warmth seemed to envelope the small girl as she crossed the large space to slink into one of her favorite chairs. It had a prim view, allowing sight of the entrance without even the crick of her neck, but still allowed ample sight of the gently rocking grass above the room. Bonus - it was relatively close to the fireplace, but not too unbearable warm that one was sweating in mere moments.

Needless to say, this particular chair had a Sybill Hatley shaped imprint in it. For when she wasn't in class, or nestled in her bunk a few mere steps away, Sybill was firmly ensconced in this chair, watching with wide eyes.

Sybill flopped into the chair without further moment, her legs flailing out before her upon a coffee table. She was slouched far too low in the chair, her chin propped upon her chest in an awfully uncomfortable manner. A soft sigh sounded, and Sybill folded her hands upon her stomach, content to watch the fire for the rest of eternity.

Cassie was just coming down from the girls dorm, she had slipped something on her skirt and that just wouldn't do. But now as she hopped down the last step she inspect the new skirt she had selected from her wardrobe. Much better. She was so clumsy sometimes. As she looked around she noticed her dormmate Sybill, in her usual spot. Was that a good thing? Well not in that position, no. Cassie shook her head. There had to be something bothering her. Cassie figured she should probably check in with her friend.

"Why so blue?" Cassie said as she hovered around her friends chair. Sybill just looked a bit blue. "Something on your mind?" Checking in was the right thing to do. She just hoped it was not one of those cases when the person would rather just figure things out on her own. "I could leave you," she paused, "to watch the fire." As she looked towards her line of sight and were it sort of led. Cassie wanted to give her an out, so she did not feel obligated to reply. Cassie was hesitant to be leave and stay. Now she felt like some hover fussy mother.

Sybill's wide eyes swiveled in their sockets, glancing up at Cassie in a surprised fashion. Which, honestly, she shouldn't be surprised at all that a friend would inquire what was wrong.  It was just that Sybill was still surprised that someone actually noticed her, let alone felt strongly enough to ask how she was. She gave Cassie a soft smile, hoping it would give the girl some relief.

"Ack, no," Sybill finally sputtered, groaning and moaning as she tugged herself up in the chair properly. "I'm just. Doing that strange thing where I wind my brain all up into something that seems unbearably terribly, but in reality it is nothing like what you originally though." Her mouth snapped shut, her head shaking as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Lord. See? Just like that. A jumble of nothingness."

Sybill's eyes snapped open, blinking brightly as she looked Cassie up and down. "That is such a lovely skirt, I do adore it on you." She smiled brightly, indicating to the couch next to her chair. "You going out?"