Wandering down to the dungeons was apparently a habit for the Gryffindor. Every term, it seemed, she came down here and sat across from the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Cross legged. Eyes closed.

Maybe willing someone to come by. Someone she had been thinking a lot about ever since the train ride. Hehe. So maybe, MAYBE that was what had led her down here to wait. Maybe not. She was just nonchalant and stuff.