the ravenclaw common room || 7/2/1977
The fireplace roared to life once she muttered the Incendio spell along with a little movement of her wand, adding more light to the already dimly lit common room. There was only a handful of students in the room, most of them must be in their dorms or someplace else. A few of the students were chatting amongst themselves while the rest were simply reading a book or doing homework on the few study desks provided to their needs.
Walking over to one of the armchairs, she sat down and began to pick up from where she left of in Nineteen Eighty Four by George Orwell, a muggle author. Mafalda always preferred to read literary works from notable muggle authors and would often get looks from some students if they were to notice what she read on an almost daily basis. Not that she could care, after all, she was probably just as judgemental as they are when it came to other situations.
As an hour before curfew began to dawn, most packed up their books and left to their dormitories, leaving only Mafalda and a few students in the room to themselves.
A sudden series of knocks on the door to the room caused her to break from her train of thought and she looked at the other students, as if asking them whether they were going to see who was there. When there was no response, she put down her book, making sure to fold the corner of her page and got up. It was strange to find someone so late at night bothering to walk all the way up the Ravenclaw tower. Perhaps it was another housemate that couldn't solve the riddle. She hesitantly pulled open the door and stared at the student before her with an unsure expression.
"Can I help you?"
