Hayden didn't get along with many people. He had his teammates that he was meant to get on with. He had the Head Girl, Iris, whom he supposed he should have been more friendly towards. And, he had his sister. But for all the opportunities he had to build connections, to build relationships, he always seemed to come up short. That was fine by him though - sticking to his own path, going at it alone....these were things that didn't bother him, not really. Most people were a waste of time, anyhow.
He spent a lot of his time tucked away into a corner of the Common Room, avoiding gazes. By now, most people had learned to simply leave him alone, unless they really, truly needed help with something. He dd the same, ever too proud to ask for a helping hand. This even extended to his academics, which he found endlessly frustrating. He'd been trying to read a book for Alchemy, a chapter which he had meant to read a full five days ago. However, he found the chapter a bit dull. After re-reading the same sentence for about the hundredth time, he flung the book across the mostly empty common room, in the general direction of the fire. It skidded to a halt by an armchair, and he stalked over to retrieve it, muttering things under his breath as he did so, not even bothering to see if anyone around him was watching.
Saralyn was often quite certain that she would be happier if she didn't have to constantly be dealing with people. She shared a room with other girls, the common room, constant classes. It was draining. And she certainly did not like being around people enough for it to be sometimes worth struggling through.
She was curled up by the fire, although she shouldn't be. The cold tended to help keep her grounded, to stop her mind from slipping away into the dangerous unknown. The warmth of the fire, although comfortable and soothing, was not quite so great for her mind.
But she had her chess set set up before her, and was doing her best to keep herself focused on that - images flickered in the corner of her visions which she steadily ignored. If she just... squeezing her eyes shut, Saralyn dug her nails into her palm, fighting to keep herself grounded. It wasn't so bad today that she dipped away into the unknown before managing to pull herself back.
Taking a breath, she opened her eyes again, in time for a book to come skidding into her chair. Turning her head slightly, she watched as Hayden Watson came skulking over. "You really ought to take better care of that," she commented.