Chris let out a sigh and looked up from his book, cracking his neck as he readjusted the way he was sitting on the comfy chair by the fire in the Slytherin common room. He'd been revising since he'd gotten up — far too late for a Sunday, he reckoned — and it had turned into rather dry, tedious work. There wasn't anyone else in the common room at this point; people kept passing through, but nobody had really hung around. He wasn't feeling particularly inclined, in any case, to get up and go anywhere. Here he had a warm fire, snacks, and something to do. He was tempted to go find Dominique, but knowing she was probably in Hufflepuff, he also knew he shouldn't abuse his knowledge of the house passwords. He'd be seeing her later, he was sure, so instead he just grabbed his notes from the table and started looking over those, too.