Upon entry, though the other housemates may have been about doing their thing, there was a pile of hair... Rapunzelesque would be the word to use here, being brushed out by a Moogle with a pinkish fauxhawk.

The owner of the hair was sitting on a couch, and hearing the door open she perks up... it certainly wasn't either of the other house mates, so who would walk in so casually? Her sister?

No... she'd have knocked first, heavily at that.

"Hello?"