Can I Help You? (Sierra)

Grayson had taken to spending his lunch breaks in the staffroom every once in a while. He loved the library, but he did need a change of scenery every now and then. Spending time in the staffroom made him feel as if he was actually a member of the authority at Hogwarts, something that even after several years, he wasn't quite used to. Since he wasn't a professor, he wasn't sure exactly where he fit in with the rest of the faculty.

As his break finished up, he folded up his copy of The Daily Prophet and left it on the table in case anyone else was interested. Standing from his seat, he checked his watch, then headed toward the door to return to the library and get back to work. He tossed a brief farewell behind his shoulder to the other staff members on their breaks, and pushed the door open with his shoulder, stepping out into the hall.

Grayson's head turned at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. The accent had a bit of a French lilt, and as he came to face the woman, something tickled at the back of his mind. Her face seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he might have seen her before.

When she asked if he could help her, he gave her his full attention. Technically he still had a couple minutes left in his break, and, well...the library probably wouldn't burn down while he paused to help this woman.

"Sure," he replied. "What can I help you with?"

She probably needed directions somewhere, he guessed. She wasn't a student, nor was she a staff member. He'd never seen her at the school before, so she must be a visitor, probably looking for someone. Again, he racked his brain for why she looked familiar. Where had he seen her before? Maybe when he was in France? But which time? It continued to evade him, but he was sure they must have met somewhere...or maybe not met, but at least been in the same place.