The girl heard the remark and looked back, managing a soft smile. "Sorry, just in a bad mood I guess," she shrugged, adjusting her tie before continuing up the staircase.
Entering the commonroom, she let out a sigh of relief, sinking into one of many wing-backed armchairs in their dormitory, the sun shining down on her through the stained glass windows. Her rabbits began to binky at her arrival, hopping around on the floor without a care in the world. She began to ponder the girl who she had bumped into previously, feeling that she knew her from somewhere, but she couldn't quite place it...
"Oh wait... Isn't she that girl..?" She remembered a story from her days at Muggle school of a girl that matched Penelope's description. She had dropped out of the ranks completely, feeling that the teachers were not adequate for her capabilities. She shook her head. "Probably just another stereotypical bully... They all look the same, anyway."