that remained unspoken , isabelle

The Ravenclaw set the letters aside and wondered when Isabelle would show. If she would show, because there was a very good chance of whatever shenanigans she was doing could land her in an immediate detention.  It was intriguing, though and Riley was curious what story he could get out of her when they did speak again.  He knew that he would be here a while anyway, so he told hismelf he wouldn't be waiting specifically for her.  If she did show up, it would be a very good bonus.   But he still dutifully sat in the same spot, reading through his notes, and glancing at the doro curiously every few minutes.  A mischievous soul was what he gathered.  And the antics that she got in would surely be worht hearing about, if she'd tell him.  He turned to his studies, setting aside thoughts of her for a moment.  Social interaction was something that always was on his mind.  Riley wasn't so much dreading it, but the idea excited him.  There was something new and interesting in his life besides the constant solace of his own mind.   But at the same time he wondered if he could be as witty or charming not interacting over notes.  Riley shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but glanced up once more before he forbid himself to do so and took out his quill to begin writing his parchment.