The thing about the sixth year girls dorm was that Ruby had her part of it TRICKED OUT. Like it was a BOUDOIR okay? Or at least as close to one as a shared school dorm could be. She always had fresh flowers on her side table, with a nice scent on the air, silk scarves hanging artfully over lamps and draped here and there over the furnishings, comfy throw pillows, and a thick, luscious rug underfoot.

Really it was perfect for lounging. So that was what Ruby was doing today, lounging on her bed, half the curtain drawn, the other half tied back to let in the glowing light from the lake window.

And what was she doing? Painting her nails, of course.

.... it totally counted as studying for exams right?