Svetlana's fingertips lightly glanced the window pane as she gazed down at the courtyard below where a small assortment of people were walking or stopping and chatting. She paused and tapped the tip of one elongated fingernail against the glass for a few minutes, watching as they all went along their indifferent ways. She watched them in the way that someone might observe the goings on in an ant farm. A moment later she saw a tall brunette man walk across the courtyard towards the building she was in (Albus), he was good looking so her gaze followed his brisk trek as he made his way to meet the<em>bright</em>one (Lily). This wasn't necessarily a mean thought, it's just how she saw Lily, she was so...bright. There were others who had similar brightness, others not so much, and more still who were a little more on the darker side.<br/><br/>She folded her arm across her ribs and removed the finger from the window pane as the bright one breezed past her, unaware of her presence, which was fine with Svetlana. She pursed her lips and walked towards the main staircase, watching the red head briskly trot down the steps to her brother. Observing this meeting with an aloof sort of interest, Svetlana stood there a few moments longer before she turned and headed down the hall, her shoes tapping lightly on the polished wood floors. She didn't wear heels, no she was far too old to want to wear such contraptions. Svetlana cared just enough about style to look normal.<br/><br/>She wore a pair of dark denim jeans and a soft ribbed sweater with a wide neck that slipped off of her shoulder, exposing the graceful shape of her collar bone and the soft curve of her throat. Her hair was braided back and fell like plaited tail down her back. For all intents and purposes she looked like any other of these attractive, college age light bulbs, which was exactly what she wanted because she could look just however she wanted. During her trip down the hall to the tower that now played host to the Defense of the Dark Arts course. It would take her a few minutes to reach the area, especially at the leisurely pace she was going.<br/><br/>Class wouldn't be starting for another few days but she knew Rome would be in there preparing. Rome. He was such an interesting beast; it made her smile to herself. These days, not much really interested her, but Rome most definitely did. Sneaking, two-faced, cold, Rome, so much resembling his namesake. Her idle musings entertained her for the remainder of the trip to the tower. A moment later she reached the double doors and pressed them inwards. They swept in easily and Svetlana let her gaze trace along the dimly lit confines of the room, searching him out. "Professor? Are you in here<em>all</em>by yourself?" she asked in a false sing-song little voice that surprisingly held a tune.