People watching, and some mental rant about it. (open)

The couches on the common room of her house were one of her favourite places in the castle. They said that Nightshade students were kind of a riddle for the rest of Salem's students, but in reality, in Gillian's opinion, they were just more interesting than the rest of them, and she could see it plainly as she sat there with a parchment on a book and her quill on her hand.

She pretended to doodle on the parchment as she just looked at the people pass in a hurry to the tables or the door. There was a small mischievous smile as she drew some really bad sketches of them and imagined the stories behind them, which were plain ridiculous but greatly amusing.

The girl shifted a bit uncomfortably on the couch and decided to change her position, so she just crossed her legs in front of her, with on knee resting on the arm of the chair, and the parchment on the other thigh. She really didn't care about sitting properly, seeing how she always used shorts under her skirt, but suddenly she felt weird, as if someone was staring at her intently, so she looked around to see a fellow Nightshade looking at her.

Annie wondered around the school for god knows how long before she decided that she wanted to go back to her common room. As she made her way back she wondered if there was something she was made for. She had been through hell most of her childhood since her mother died and was grateful for her Aunt and Uncle's rescue. They were absolute life savers and thanked them everyday for it, when she reached the common room she saw a young girl. "Hi" Annie greeted.