Elizabeth
I couldnt think of anything, hopefully this name is good!

Not that the name is that much of an important aspect, but still!
Bobby
Hehe, that's alright!
Heather
*Morphos would leisurely run his fingers along the bookshelf as he examined the cover of each book thoroughly. He'd always liked reading, and the diverse collection of books Newton's Cradle had collected impressed him. He'd keep skimming along the covers of each book by analysing the blurbs and seeing which one spoke to him out of the rest. Morphos usually read Fantasy novels, but today he felt like experimenting. He'd never really read any informative books, or any murder mysteries.*

*It was his first day at Newton's Cradle, and he immediately frolicked to the library—not really wanting to socialise with his new peers. He didn't know what he was distracting himself from, seeing as it was his decision to enroll into Newton's Cradle—but he felt a bit... Nervous. He didn't quite know how to describe the sick, awkward and somewhat dreadful feeling in his stomach apart from nervous.*
Elizabeth
If you'd like me to make my messages longer, feel free to ask!
Bobby
Tucked away in the corner of the library sits a tall, white haired person. Books are scattered around their calm, sitting figure like they were the eye of a literary storm. The spines of the books are all similar— mostly children's books, in both English and French. 

It seems they noticed the footsteps of someone else in the library with them. When Morphos turns around a corner of particularly hard-to-read books, he's greeted with their gray-eyed stare boring into his own. 

It was almost off putting until the pale figure's hand closed the book they were reading, reaching up to give Morphos a polite wave.
Heather
*He was startled at first, being caught off guard by the characterless stare, before quickly shaking his head and awkwardly smiling upon their polite wave. He returned the gesture with a respectful wave of his own. He was slightly amused by the towers of children's books placed randomly around him, however he didn't quite understand the name of most of the books. He didn't recognise what language they were in, seeing as he didn't speak an ounce of French.*

"Hello...!" *He nervously said, still maintaining his distance. He kept their eye-contact, feeling increasing wavered by his stare. It felt unnatural and a bit haunting, but he didn't want to judge him off of his eyes—he felt that would be immature.*
Elizabeth
Whenever you're available, can you respond?
Bobby
I'll respond tmrw! :-D

Uriel continued staring at Morphos, unblinking eyes fixated on the unfamiliar figure. "You're new here," They utter. "I don't seem to recognize you." 

They place their book on top of one of the large, chaotic piles, opting to instead devote their full attention to the new arrival. 

"My name is Uriel," The stranger says. "Please, join me, will you?"