Elise made a beeline for the squishy chair in front of the fireplace, seeing it unoccupied. Actually, the whole common room was pretty deserted. Maybe it was normal for them not to be up this late but Elise had only just finished some mad History of Magic studying. Who knew that Goblins could be so rebellious... and violent? Now pretty convinced that she could rattle the subject off the top of her head, she curled into the armchair with a nice novel and began to read.

It hardly mattered that the book was well-thumbed and that she probably knew it inside out by then. It was one of her favourites, a cheesy romance novel that her sister would probably toss right into the garbage had she known Elise was reading it. Elise had learnt not to care, though. She loved Nicholas Sparks almost as much as she loved Quidditch.