Despite the whole fiasco that had occurred on the train the day before, and the punishment that had followed, Roze was in a most excellent mood. The endless plates of breakfast had made up for their missing the feast last night, and although she hadn't really spoken to anyone in her dorm so far, they seemed like a nice bunch. The older students had been nice as well - they'd received a few looks of admiration off a couple of the more mischievous third years, after hearing of the fight on the train with the Slytherins - and one was even nice enough to direct them to their first class of the year. Good job too. The school itself was like a maze (the moving staircases - although spectacular and really quite fun - didn't help), but the dungeons were a catacomb beneath the school, each corridor identical to the next, and faded writing on the walls from a time when the teachers actually cared about their students making it to class on time.
Roze had picked a seat next to Dani, one of her dormmates. She'd looked exhausted, and because of the whole mute thing, Roze didn't particularly want to bother the poor girl too much. So, she just offered up a sweet smile, and perched herself on the desk, one leg swung over the other as she tugged uncomfortably at the robes. Roze was used to wearing jeans and shorts, not robes. However, she'd been able to wear whatever she wanted on the underneath, so it wasn't as bad as wearing a *shudder* [i]dress[/i]. 

Glancing around the class absent-mindedly as more sleepy first-years filed in, she grinned as a shell-shocked Moriah entered. She'd felt bad for the girl when she'd been sorted into Slytherin, considering the whole fight and all - but also just the slightest bit of sweet vengeance. Not that she disliked Moriah, but Roze found it most ironic that the very house she'd been insulting on the train was the one she had ended up in. Slipping from the desk to walk over to her, she was going to question jokingly how she had survived among the disgruntled older students - when she caught the last few words of a soft song, drifting from the mouth of the boy sat by Moriah. She recognized the language, and jumped in to answer Moriah's question before the boy even had chance to look at them.
"It's Māori - a love song, I think. Nice to see you alive, by the way." She said, smiling at her friend, and then at the boy. "I'm Roze. Are you from New Zealand, or are you a language nerd like me?" She questioned with a light chuckle. If this guy was from New Zealand, she'd have to rein herself in from bombarding him with Lord of the Rings related questions. Although the country was much more than the beautiful set for Middle-Earth, it did have a close place in her heart for that particular reason.