Post by Anastasia MacKeltar on Jul 29, 2006 18:14:48 GMT -5
Ana had grabbed a book from her room and was now laying on the couch -- spread out across the entire length, mind you -- and was reading up on some potions. Her cat was laying on her lap, watching the door as people came in and out. His eyes locked on each one, as though daring them to come near her. She was his owner, and if they tried to hurt her, they'd regret it for the rest of their life. Ana turned the page, oblivious to her cat's glares at each person that entered the common room. Of course, most didn't notice the fifth year on the couch, and that was just fine with her. She picked up her glass of white wine and sipped from it idly. She had pretty good taste, but she wasn't one to never drink a good beer. It just so happened that she was in the mood for wine tonight. She set it back down and turned the page again, so absorbed in the book that she wouldn't have noticed someone trying to sneak up on her.
