Tilly had intended on taking a walk across the grounds before the sun set, ostensibly to get some air, but really to make sure none of her cubs were outside making trouble. She spotted a lone figure by the black lake, blonde hair blowing in the breeze, and thought she recognized her. Tilly was nearly certain she was a Slytherin, but thought she ought to check up on the girl anyways.

When she approached, she realized it was in fact Sweetie Whitledge - Tilly made a point to know every student by name, regardless of house - who was standing all alone, and before she had a chance to say something or leave, the young girl spoke. Tilly could hear the wistful tone in the girl's voice and paused before answering. "Wet, I'd imagine, Miss Whitledge." She smiled at her own joke, wrapping her scarf more tightly around her neck to protect from the damp Scottish winds. "And unless you're a merperson, quite lonely. They're not much for society down there, I shouldn't think."

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