Abigail planted herself down on one of the Gryffindor Common Room's softest chairs. It was her favorite chair, of course, one sitting by itself in the corner. In the day time, light flooded in the small window to the left of the chair, just enough to shine light on her current book. Abigail sat, after filling her stomach with feast food, in her favorite chair, soaking in a book she had been reading for about a week now. Her favorite thing to do.

OOC: My name's Ruth, by the way.