WHO: Bridget and Wilkes WHEN: Friday, dinnertime WHERE: Ravenclaw WHAT: A rendez-vous, which Wilkes happens to have high hopes for.
Wilkes climbed the winding stairs of Ravenclaw Tower two by two until he found himself face to face with the bronze eagle knocker. He let out a heavy sigh. He hated this stupid thing. Trust Ravenclaws to come up with an entrance method that required them to be even more incredibly pretentious than they already were.
"In wizarding photographs, what determines the subject's movements?" He rolled his eyes. Who fucking cared? Wilkes was a very straightforward guy, but luckily for him, he also reigned supreme when it came to the art of bullshit.
"The camera captures the situation, not the scene." The door opened for him, and he raised his eyebrows, amused. What a crock.
Ravenclaw was admittedly a lot more cheerful than Slytherin's dungeon common rooms, without all the annoying yellow of Hufflepuff's commons or the annoying Gryffindors in Gryffindor's commons. As Bridget promised, the place was deserted, it being dinnertime and all.