After the game Presley wandered back to her common room. Though it was quite warm, she didn't remove her cloak. Her body temperature was freezing at this point. She moved to an armchair close to the fire, and sat. Kicking off her shoes she pulled her knees close to her and leaned her head back against the bacck of the chair. Supressing a shiver, she curled in tighter. The room seemed pretty quiet and subdued. Just the way Presley had hoped it would be. She was in the sort of mood where she wanted to be surounded by people, but she didn't want a lot of noise. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts, with the added comfort that people were there, and life went on. People could be easily accesible if something were to happen, or if Presley decided that she did need to go to the hospital wing after all. Her bright purple eyes closed gently, pulled down by her long eyelashes. She wasn't asleep by any means, just thoughtful. She almost wished someone would come talk to her, at the same time she hoped everyone would just leave her in peace.