Where Kaitlynn had been hiding the beginning of this semester was fairly uncertain untill she meandered down from the Girl's Dormitories, dodging a few first years and pausing to give them a few more directions. the last thing she wanted to go back up to her room and find that some small person had muddled her things in their search for their own room.   She, as usual, looked as if she'd been blessed by sunshine and roses the second she rolled out of bed.  The long curls of blue-black hair were kept just behind her ears by a lavander silk ribbon tied like a headband, with it's small, perfectly symmetrical bow sitting precisely center of her head at the crown of her skull.  The strands weaving a dark waterfall down her spine, and curling in a soft tumble at her hips.   Striking silver, yellow flecked eyes flickered between the pair.. mantel and couch perched.. and she offered a gentle nod as she moved to one of the tables and set down the burden she'd been lugging.  A pair of fresh quills, a bottle of ink, and several rolls of parchment.   It was tradtition for Kait to write back home to her fmaily once she arrived, and she was just now getting around to it.. she had a rather extensive one after all.  As she settled into the chair, tucking her skirt beneath her legs, she let her gaze wander over the other girls..  head tilted just slightly.. speculatively almost.. though she wouldn't eavesdrop on their conversation, that would be horribly rude.<br/><br/>Her outfit today was fairly standard for her.. she wore the white blouse, though it was more of a poets shirt on her, with a frill of lace at the collar and sleeves that spilled halfway down her hand.  Over which she wore a dark yellow sweater with the Hufflepuff crest embroidered on the right breast.  Her skirt was the accostumed black, though very fine yellow threadwork had been done about the hem in a charming hex stitch to lend a bit of color to the drab knee length material.  Covering the smooth line of long legs were a pair of black and gold striped leggings that clung close to her skin, and ended with a spill of ribbons at her thighs.  Her feet slipped into highly polished black mary janes.    She figured the parade of first years would be back soon enough for her to get to know them all.. for now she continued to watch her housemates between dippings of quill and scrawling of words.