Passing through the Great Hall on the way to goodness knows where-- she hasn't figured it out yet herself-- she encounters a new face she has yet to introduce herself to. She stands at the top of the stairs for a moment trying to puzzle out what he's doing. Taking each step closer at a slow plod, bare feet landing heavily on the next stair, she comes in close enough to see him tearing at the sheet. Something about him, his posture, doesn't convince her that he's doing this just because he finds it fun. She takes it upon herself to sit down a step up, an interested look cast his way. When she addresss almost a conspiratorial whisper, with the way she leans in.

"What are you doing?"