Spotting Quinn reading on the couch, Rowan gave her a half smile and made her way over, trying not to feel like a rabbit among the foxes. There was nothing wrong with the transitional students. Nothing wrong with upperclassmen. But the sense that she didn't belong there was floating around her head.

Still, her steps were fairly sure as she made her way over to the brunette Lalaurie. Running a hand over the strap of her bag, she approached Quinn with a small smile.

"Hey, um, I had a quick question."