Poppy startled slightly, her blue eyes flashing open to what she just knew would be Alys hovering over her, a creepily sweet yet inhuman smile on her face. It was all she could see when she closed her eyes. The pale face, empty eyes, the scribbling... though it wasn't Alys who had woken her, she still couldn't help but shudder. With the relief on her face plain as day, she sat up so she could speak to Miss Potts, the prefect. She made a point to learn all the prefects names first, just in case she might need to request their help.

Then, all the bravery the relief had given her evaporated. Leaving her with only a bashful smile and eyes that looked somewhere over the older girl's shoulder. "M-MacFusty," She managed a glance of eye contact before she became very interested in one of the embroidered stars on her blanket. "Poppy MacFusty." Her pale fingers traced the shape of the stitches as she gathered enough courage to continue. Rather weakly (and still not meeting Millie's eyes), she frowned, "I-I.. I'm comfortable here." More comfortable than she was in her dormrooom, at least.