773. When you walk into the Ravenclaw dorms you can expect literally anything, though most will claim it's just an organized chaos. Mostly it's very messy space with various drafts, musical instruments, books, paintings and schemes mixed on the floor together.
'And what would a fine lady such as yourself be doing in a dirty establishment such as this?' You turn to look at the speaker, and see a young but rough looking man standing behind you, smirking. You roll your eyes, smiling a little to yourself, before turning back to the bar. 'And what's a ruffian like you talking to a fine lady like me?' His curiosity was justified as you were clearly a higher class woman and the bar was in the slums of London, however teasing him a little seemed fun.