I sat in the Gryffindor common-room. Reading the Daily Prophet while sitting in the chair, I was interested in seeing what had gone on. I heard a door, and looked up, though the person hadn't entered the common-room from whichever door they were entering through. I flip the page, and begin to read the next page. I'll greet them when I know who it is, as I chuckle.
A Story of Love and War