She was wearing a red flannel shirt and her skinny jeans that had grass stains on the knees, with her iconic purple high-topped converses. The brunette opened the book to where she was at last time, starting to walk towards the tables while reading, she looked up briefly to see an empty table at the other side of the room, but she didn't see the Slytherin napping on one of the chairs right in the centre of her route to said table, his feet stuck out. So she got quite a fright when she felt something hit her ankle mid-step and she fell face first into the carpet, her book smacking into her nose.
She scrambled to sit up, her nose hurting from hitting against her book, and it seemed like she had woken up the boy. Whether it was because she had fallen over his feet or because of the bang when she hit the floor, she want sure. She stood up carefully, picking up her book, she wasn't hurt besides the bridge of her nose, which was going red as her blood rose to her skin where it had bashed the books edge. "I'm sorry for waking you up, I didn't see you there. It's my fault, umm... Sorry again." She said, laughing a little, she felt bad for him, he was just having a nice nap on a Saturday morning in pretty much the quietest place in the castle, and she had woken him up with her clumsiness.