Stretching out on one of the many over-stuffed armchairs surrounding Gryffindor common room, the blonde Prefect sighed. Abigail was glad she had decided to ditch Perfect!Megan's party. When it had came down to it...she just didn't feel like dressing up and going downstairs. Besides, unlike most of the students attending said party...Abby had to be up early tomorrow. Some Prefect thing that had sprung up last minute.

She knew Kyle would be fine...He obviously liked Rose Weasley anyway, and hopefully he had found the nerve to confront her about it tonight. And if not...Well, what an idiot. Although, an apology was in order. She had stood him up, after all...

Laughing, she sat up, pulling her notebook from it's discarded spot in front of her chair. Retrieving a piece of parchment, she began writing immediately...