Gawd.

Bridgette stepped lightly into the blue and silver common room. She was sure she wasn't the only one who wondered about this, but why couldn't the Ravenclaws have a simple password to memorize in order to gain entrance? I mean, what if you just didn't know the answer to the question the gargoyle asked? Guess that just stunk for you, then.

Hah. Well, that was what happened after one of Bridge's long walks on the grounds. Alone with nothing else to do but think on the vastness of Hogwart's lawns, her mind tended to run pretty wild. But it was just the thing she needed to begin to relax after a long day. Until she started coming up with dumb questions. She was a fifth year, dangit.

Ooh. An open armchair.

Bridgette scurried over to the armchair and sank into it. Ahh. Homework could wait until later.