Isabella shrugged as she barged in on the scene, having followed fairly close behind the beater in dreadlocks on her way back to the quarters. She, too, was fresh from the locker rooms; Reaping the benefits of the wet look, the tatty broomstick clutched in her hand being a solid proof of what she had been up to. She was just another person on the retreat from quidditch practice, so to speak, having endured another session of pointless so-called instructions from their chauvinistic pig of a captain. Same shit, different day. Quidditch was fun, perhaps, but practice was rather a never-ending monotony that seldom ranked higher on the scale of excitement than regular school-work. No; As a matter of fact it was practically the same thing, providing nothing but dull repetitions and tedious rehearsals of maneuvers both simple and complicated. Boredom ensued, never mind the terrible heresy of comparing quidditch to studies (Certain fanatics would surely have her tounge for the mere suggestion). At least it tired her sufficiently, however, this being a fact that made it all the more worthwhile.

Really, she was quite exhausted. Committed to giving all anything sport-related since she had earned a position on the house team, the girl always drove herself to the limit. Even at unimportant occasions, such pointless practice or even her private flying sessions with Mariana and Sapphira. All in the name of quidditch and Ravenclaw glory, etcetera etcetera. She was, in fact, secretly on the verge of getting obsessed, alit by the promise of quidditch games in a fashion she had never shown previously (Really, it was a pity that she didn't have the same spirit when it came to schoolwork). But although quidditch claimed an increasingly large portion of her life, there were still these random moments when the importance of quaffles and broomsticks somehow vanished completely from her mind. Such as when Mariana annoyed the hell out of her with her constant bickering; Or when she crossed that Gryffindor in the corridors, that person around whom she continously behaved wierd and out of character. For some inexplicable reason, embarrasing and downright odd as it was.. Or, like at the moment, when she spotted one of her better friends in a condition that could only be referred to as miserable.

Yes. Orion was her friend (or at least from her side of things), and he was definitively not well. It was enough to merely watch him to determine that much.. Hence why she had halted in her tracks at she emerged into the common room, eyeing Orion and Tremlett with some measure of interest. For a second or two, she felt downright stupid about not having noticed Orions condition before. Of course she had had her suspiciouns, especially knowing what caused his distress, but even so.. She simply couldn't relate. She hadn't a bloody clue of how to approach such a sensitive subject as the death of his foster family. Not that it stopped her from worrying about him; Even though she refused to admit it even to herself. She missed her old pal, however, missed the ever grinning rapscallion that was her prince charming, never mind the irony of that nickname. She missed him.. No. She rather wanted him back, if but for purely selfish reason, as she found his transformation since the attack on Diagon Alley nothing short of alarming. Although taking into account her oh so blunt manners, she had avoided the subject automatically out of fear of ending up insulting rather than comforting. In fact, however wrong it felt, it was probably better for her to leave that sort of thing to the people that knew how to handle it.

People like Donaghan Tremlett..

"Orion, I...I'm sorry,"

Or perhaps not. Oh, shucks. So maybe Tremlett was no better than her, in that aspect, but at least he had the courage of confronting Madison about it. Bweh. Typical. Somewhat uncertain of what to do, she lingered at the spot, observing them for quite a while longer while straining her ears in attempt to overhear the conversation. And in a fashion that almost screamed eavesdropping. It was funny, what a blasted coward she was at that moment; Even funnier, considering that she was normally regarded as quite a brave spitfire. It was damn ridiculous, even. Finally taking a deep breath, however, she eventually gathered the courage to proceed. She could, of course, have gone straight past them and up to her dorm, but that felt wrong. Even downright criminal.

Instead she put her broom aside toward the near wall of the common room, leaving it behind as she headed forth to join the two of her older house-mates. Sending a meaning and concerned glance in Tremletts direction (She didn't know him that well, but had nothing whatsoever against him) as he reached them, she slumped down in the seat adjacent to Orion; limbs sprawling slightly as she settled herself as comfortably the couch would allow her to. Her eyes lingered on Orion all the while, however, even if it took her way longer than usual to blurt out a semi-hoarse and somewhat subdued "Hey Orion.. Are you alright?,"

Well damn, she couldn't help that she came off as idiotic. It was an awkward situation; She didn't know what to say. Didn't want to intrude. And besides, she had to start somewhere, now didn't she?

"I am such a creep. I am such a creepy kind,
Sorry, but I do believe I'm just that type of girl,
I am such a bitch, (and I can't help it) I ain't gonna waste my time,
And I do believe you all just have to know..
Oh yes god, I'm such a creep,"