"I've never really been good at sitting around and waiting for something to happen," she answers, taking his less than sour approach this time around as an invitation to not cut the encounter short.
It's by sheer force of will that she's managed to maintain this level of both productivity and general amiability given the situation. That, or some kind of resigned expectation and acceptance that everything in her life is on a crash course for the worst scenario possible at all times, speeding along without any intention of stopping unless she physically gets out of the car and stands in the way. She's tired, too, which says a lot about what's at stake and what's actually happened, but she maintains a carefully polished front without having too try too hard, as used to keeping up appearances and smiles as much as possible, enough that it's become as engrained in her personality as anything else about her.
The idea of becoming stagnant, of not moving, of not trying to get to the bottom of things as much as she can, makes her feel suffocated, trapped in a glass jar.
"If I wanted to sit in a small metal box and wait for a roommate who's probably going to plot out a career map or smell like pickles, I would've just stayed back in my dorm room." And she sees that you obviously haven't been to yours, Severus. "You should check out yours. I'm sure it's at the height of interior design."
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It's by sheer force of will that she's managed to maintain this level of both productivity and general amiability given the situation. That, or some kind of resigned expectation and acceptance that everything in her life is on a crash course for the worst scenario possible at all times, speeding along without any intention of stopping unless she physically gets out of the car and stands in the way. She's tired, too, which says a lot about what's at stake and what's actually happened, but she maintains a carefully polished front without having too try too hard, as used to keeping up appearances and smiles as much as possible, enough that it's become as engrained in her personality as anything else about her.
The idea of becoming stagnant, of not moving, of not trying to get to the bottom of things as much as she can, makes her feel suffocated, trapped in a glass jar.
"If I wanted to sit in a small metal box and wait for a roommate who's probably going to plot out a career map or smell like pickles, I would've just stayed back in my dorm room." And she sees that you obviously haven't been to yours, Severus. "You should check out yours. I'm sure it's at the height of interior design."