It was a weekend in the beginnings of spring, and Ravenclaw Tower was subdued; it wasn't one of the weekends students would normally go out to Hogsmeade, and there was a muted air of homework having already been done, though a few of the more Gryffindor-ish Ravenclaws were enthusiastically putting it off until later in the weekend.
And Bobby was at something of a loose end. He had no homework to do, none of his books seemed particularly interesting at that moment; it wasn't fair to suggest he was bored, per se, more that pervasive sense of ennui when nothing interesting was actively going on and the mind was hungry for inspiration.
He sat there in the common room, dealing himself another round of three cards from the top of the deck, trying to see if he could find a way to prise the cards into something approaching a useful conclusion - but his pack of cards was stubbornly and resolutely not behaving today. Not wizarding cards, of course, but muggle ones. Some reminder of home, a link back to his roots, and the occasional source of confusion when his house-mates would notice the pictures on the court cards and be surprised or confused that they didn't move, and that that was normal.
Truth be told he had heard about wizarding cards - descended from tarot cards, thus coming in a much larger deck - but he didn't feel particularly interested. It felt like a blending of cultures that had no business blending.
But he stepped through the deck, those cards were not going to shift, so he flipped them all over, stacked them into a deck and started shuffling. His father had taught him how to shuffle, both the usual way of sliding half the deck off and letting the cards slide back into each other, as well as a more advanced riffle shuffle that really relied on cards that weren't perfectly new.
Shuffling was a mostly auto-pilot move for him at this point, even riffle shuffle, just needed some basic concentration to prevent the cards going everywhere, but it gave him a few minutes to just watch what was going on around him - and he noticed one of his fellow third years looking a little more lost than usual. Bobby didn't have much in the way of interaction with Gemini outside class, but just on occasion he thought that Gemini was one of the good guys, even if maybe Bobby thought Gemini could maybe use being a little less uptight. Though, in retrospect, Bobby knew he himself could be a bit like that.
He called across the common room - not too loudly, you understand - before wandering generally in that direction. "Would you like a game of cards?" It might do both of them some good to be occupied.