Just down the hall from the Gryfindor Common room...<br/><br/>Madison stands in the hallway, tilting her head as she scribbles some notes in a book of hers. Isiah was with her, as it wasn't time for any classes, and was, at the moment, half around her waist, half about her shoulders. Leaning against the wall, she hummed softly, a rather long stray bit of hair falling down past her waist after framing her cheek. She didn't seem to notice it, rather into what she's writing.