Jose
Sounds of a sharp quill against fine paper filled the air of the quiet hall as Alfhilde sat by herself, hunched over a worn-out journal she'd been keeping for the last few months. She was sketching various pictures of herbs so she could keep track when she went to go study out in the field later as part of her curriculum. Many diagrams of the herbs already existed but it was nice to have her own on hand. She was dressed in her normal red college robes, her mauve shoulder cape folded away in her room. Her scarlet tresses were pulled back into a bun with two small braid strands going back and circling around it, though some tiny strands found their way out, hanging freely.

The college was a wonderful place. She had many magical resources at her disposal and it hardly cost her. A warm bed to sleep in, food to eat and quiet places to study. It was perfect.

The hall was still quiet. She thought she was alone, or away from people enough to be to her own devices. She began to hum softly, a song she knew from a long time ago. A fond memory of her time serving a noble home.
Richard
The silence of the hallway was ever so subtly permeated by the gentle pitter-patter of wood against stone as a young male holding a cane slowly trudged through, seeming as if he could fall asleep at any moment. He was dressed in the tan robes given to new apprentices and wore them looser than was typical, clutching a tome close to his chest with his off-hand. His own footsteps edged on complete silence and his only visible features were his large, claw-like hands, sharp chin, hunched back, and long blonde hair that poked through his hood. It appeared that the boy failed to take notice of Alfhilde's presence and continued to walk by with a soft yawn that could be easily confused with acknowledgment.
Jose
She continued on undisturbed until she heard the yawn of someone unfamiliar. She was no expert on who came and went on at the college but this was most certainly an unfamiliar face.

She turned around from the little desk she was sitting at and looked upon the person walking past. Well, what seemed to be the semblance of one. She almost heard his bones rattling in his robe. She put her hand on her stomach upon realizing she wasn't nearly as lithe as she thought she was. He walked like an elder, but the soft yawn that escaped his lips seemed to indicate he was young. Hard to tell.

"Hello." She said softly, engaging the stranger. "I hope I wasn't bothering you. I didn't know there was anyone else in here." She pushed some loose strands of hair behind her head. "I don't believe we have met before. Are you new here?"
Richard
"Eh?" The boy seemed to be drawn out of a trance by her words as he glanced from left to right, eventually settling his gaze upon the Breton. 

"Y-Yes, I am..." He responded. The voice produced from him was rather effeminate and benign, an odd and stark contrast with his mien. As he settled into a comfortable stance that would ensure he did not fall mid-conversation, he placed his cane directly in front of himself, subconsciously using it as a buffer between the two.
Jose
Alfhilde stood up and pushed in the chair behind her, folding her hands politely.

"I am Alfhilde." She announced to him. "Would... You like to sit down for a moment? Or are you expected somewhere?" She asked, moving a step to the side in order to allow him an easier time to the chair she was sitting in should he choose to sit.

"I've been trying to get to know my colleagues better, but I have a hard time. I'm always in my own head or a stack of books, the words I wish to say just pile up until I cannot keep them in anymore." They indeed did spill. She furrowed her red brows some, though not at him, at her journal on the desk. "All this time studying... I want to do something exciting. I haven't been able to truly use my magic on anything for quite some time. I know I'm free to go about my studies the way I wish within reason, but I don't really know what I should do first."