Autumn walked into the common room. Aaahhh, it felt good to be back. And what an exciting year! The Triwizard Tournament!!!! And such cute foreign-exchange boys! Le sigh. See, she just practiced her French! She was sooo gonna get in good with one of those Beauxbatons boys. She was certainly a happy camper. She smiled to herself as she slid into a comfy chair, examining her fingernails. How would she ever catch a cute foreign boy (from either Durmstrang or Beauxbatons, she wasn't one to discriminate) if she had gross dirt under her fingernails? Mind you, she wasn't one of those girls, the ones who cried when they broke a nail or got dirt on their shoes. She was just a bit caught up in the moment... And in daydreams about cute boys...