Storming into the Common Room, Evie dumped her books on a table and flopped into the comfy armchair next to it, her face still red and scowling with the anger she was having trouble letting go of. That boy - and she realized now that she still wasn't sure who he was - was the absolute biggest jerk she'd ever had the misfortune of meeting, and she was sure that she wasn't going to be able to stop herself from taking her anger out on the next person who was stupid enough to approach her.
But as the moments ticked by, and she sank further and further into the delightfully squashy armchair, Evie began to calm down. It wasn't very often that she got this angry, and it really took it out of her when it did happen. Her eyelids drooped to half mast, and she let her mind wander away from the unfortunate encounter on the pitch.
Idly, she let her fingertips trail over the material covering the arm of the chair. She wondered if the other Common rooms had chairs as nice as this, or if not, what they did have.