Dora didn't actually have her satchel with her today, and was instead using the sheep purse West had given her for her birthday. It had everything else he'd given her in it, and other items she added herself. The small leather pouch she had sitting beside her took some digging around to find in the purse, and once she did find it, she sat it beside her on the rug and started a fire with her wand.

She knew how long it took to get from the kitchens to this floor, and arrived at a time that would have him entering this room any moment now, assuming he was coming from his common room of course.

The third year sat cross legged on the rug and entertained herself by looking around the room, imagining what furniture once decorated the large room, and what would look really nice in here.