After a somewhat depressing time in the Great Hall, Ronnie trudged up to the seventh floor. After muttering the password, she slipped inside to find the fireplace was out and it was awfully cold inside...and dark. Ronnie didn't like the dark. It was one of her worst fears. She began to shiver. *gulp* Blinking, she glanced around the common room and stared at the frightened faces of a few fellow lions. What was going on here? She continued to look around the common room...

Then she saw them.

Dementors. In the common room! She froze, staring at them, not quite sure what she was seeing before her was real. The red head then turned to look at the others, a shocked look upon her face, unsure of what to do. Was it time to cast a patronus? She was pretty good at that. Swallowing hard, she gave them a look as if asking what to do. Maybe they should go get a professor? Or protect themselves and cast a patronus?! She sighed and seeing that she was the oldest here, maybe she should stand up and be the leader and help out. "Guys," she whispered to them. "I think this would be a good time to cast a patronus...I believe it's the only thing we have to do right now." she slowly made her way over to them and stood with them, her wand already in her hand.