Kahwihta let out a quiet giggle at the other's antics, she was more playful than the lion cub had realised. Of course, outside of her few people, namely Enzo, Lucas and Marcia (though the latter two were much older), the young girl tended to stick mostly to herself, both feeling awkward when chatting with others, as well as not feeling a need to branch out too much.
She nodded seriously as her eyes followed the skeletons, wondering where they would have gotten the people if so. Did they just magically become moving skeletons on their own? Were they simply enchanted by the professors? She'd have to ask Marcia about it, the sixth year knew everything, at least as far as Kahwihta was concerned. And suddenly, the Gryffindor was peering closer at Trinity. She didn't have the money? For some reason, the thought surprised her; she was always so positive, kind, for some reason Kahwihta had just assumed her to be well off. "I didn't have money either! This is actually my bed sheet. I hope the house elves don't mind the holes I made..." As if to demonstrate her point, she poked her fingers through the roughly cut eye holes, feeling a bit more comfortable around Trinity at the revelation. "Did your parents not want to send you money?" It was a risky question, but she was young enough to not quite understand how risky, her voice laced with childish innocence. "Who did your makeup? It looks really cool." She took a half step closer, leaning in to admire the zombie job.