The Tomb was a most excellent gathering place for the youthful students of Salem Witches' Institute (which despite its name, was not actually restricted to magic-capable American adolescents of the female persuasion), and it was with great flourish and gusto that Lü Ziya made his entry into the vibrant hang-out, his signature furry ushanka-hat and light-grey surgical mask present upon his head, obscuring all but his nasal bridge from view. It would seem to some that such a state of dress was detrimental to attempts at socialising with others (and indeed his mask served to muffle his deep, accented tones, making it quite difficult for certain peoples to understand his words), but the Chinese-American teenager was not somebody who would let his own clothing of all things get the best of him!

Manoeuvring through the crowds of students in a manner not too dissimilar from how Luke Skywalker traversed the narrow and deadly trenches of the Empire's mighty Death Star, he immediately honed in on the vermillion leather couches that dotted the room's landscape, intent on enjoying the comforting feeling of sitting down. Indeed, since his first year at the school of magic, Ziya had been a connoisseur of the Peregrine's furniture, admiring the egalitarianism they symbolised and their availability to all social classes, for no student would be able to dominate one sofa for their own selfish desires. Truly it was a grand step into introducing socialism to the magical society of the United States! The comfort of these couches would be provided to all that sought them!

Aha! There was a familiar face present on one of the couches!

Ziya plonked down right next to Aja, the force of his sudden appearance causing the piece of furniture below them to squeak quietly. As a fellow fifth year in House Warren, the Chinese-American was acquainted with the other teenager, and it was quite polite to greet one's acquaintances wherever they were.

"Good morning Aja!" he said cheerily, although the muffled sounds that emerged from his mouth could have been misconstrued as "Guten morgen A-jar", which, while not entirely inaccurate (albeit sounding like he was speaking a completely different language), was noticeably different from what he was intending to say. "And greetings stranger!"

His next words were directed at Aella, his head shifting slightly to 'face' the sixth-year his housemate was handing a candy bar to (though the obscured face made the turn of phrase a bit inaccurate). He hadn't really encountered the girl much, so his enthusiastic greeting was hopefully the first in a possible acquaintance.