The blonde had not been spending nearly enough time in her common room... or her dorm for that matter, but really that was no one's business. And if she liked her dormmates she likely would have spent more time there. ALAS! She couldn't have it all, else she would have perfect hair, nails, teeth, and an unlimited supply of chocolate.

Why was life so hard?!

With a heavy sigh to beat all heavy sighs, the girl plopped onto the sofa and put her feet on the table in front of it. Was it possible that she could sit and stare at the fire in her pyjamas and fuzzy slippers and not be bothered?

The likelihood was pretty slim, really. Also, she kind of didn't mind. It was all part of being a Gryffindor, right? Hehe.