Of course Lydia is at the Open House, looking fierce as ever. At the moment she's got two crisscrossed stacks of flyers as she makes her way to the activity tables. One for Science Club, one for Mathletes. They're nestled carefully in the crook of her arm, the other is absently twined into a lock of strawberry blonde hair. At least until she gets to the respective club tables, offering a grin to those who loiter there before she turns on her heel to regard the incoming students, both familiar faces and new.