After an evening spent in Lupin's company, or at least as long as she was able to stand remaining on his floor while slightly medicated, Adele had made her way back down to the path that would lead home. The book left to her is heavy in her hands, weighted with more than paper and ink. An unspoken promise, of a sort. To keep teaching herself- to not overwork herself. Mindful of the light but wishing to take the long route home all the same Adele turns in the opposite direction, walking towards the barracks. Perhaps an hour spent on the beach before she retires for the evening would make her less melancholy.

She's not as aware as she ought to be- honestly her recently departed instructor would snap at her for it. Introspective musings are no excuse not to notice the young man ducking out of the door. She snaps into awareness, book and one hand falling to her side, the other one instinctively snapping up and out to brace against the young man's- the New Feather's, shoulder. To hold him back.