I flush slightly as Bridget says [i]"I see. "We can go somewhere else if you'd like to, you can pick. I'm sure you know some remote places too, since we both seem the type to hide out alone. I don't want any Professors getting a hold of this, for obvious reasons"[/i] I gaze at her for a few moments, before turning away, hoping she doesn't notice the slight red tint to my normally pale cheeks. This is where being naturally pale skinned really sucks. When you blush, it's  damn near impossible to hide it. I then think for a moment. It would have to be a place that nobody would interrupt. ESPECIALLY teachers. Or a Slytherin. They would jump at a chance to get a couple of Ravenclaws expelled, or worse, thrown straight into Azkaban. Any common room is definitely out of the question.  

[i]"If you'll just put that away, and attach the glass to the inside of the lid in the chest, we can go." [/i] Briget's words shatter my thoughts. I nod, placing the book and magnifying glass back into the chest--making sure to put them exactly where they belong. I rest my hand over my chin, folding my other arm across my chest in thought. There was a place...It was 3rd year. I was attempting to sneak into the restricted section of the library late at night. Of course, there were charms I hadn't realized that were protecting that section. Very LOUD charms, which sent Mr. Filch  running. Him and that psychotic cat of his, Mrs. Norris immediately came after me. I was NOT about to be interrogated by anyone, regarding just what I was looking for or why. So I ran. 

Mr. Filch, persistent little bastard, somehow managed to stay with me, all the way up to the 7th floor. I thought I was done for. I was in a corridor, I could hear footsteps on either side...so I began pacing, trying to think of an excuse for why I was in the restricted section. I remember vaguely panicking, only being able to think [i]I need a place to hide, I need a place to hide, oh SHIT I need a place to hide!!![/i] Much to my surprise, the wall that I'd been pacing by, suddenly grew a friggin' DOOR. I blinked, not sure if I should go in or not. I could hear Filch's footsteps getting closer, and at the other end of the hall I was almost [i]sure[/i] I heard Snape glowering at Filch. I leapt into the door, and saw a small room. It was mostly barren, and dark, but was a good hiding place.

I didn't find out until later that this was a special room, appearing only for those who are in great need. It took me awhile, but I eventually figured out how to make the room appear again. I'm now able to make it appear at will, but it has been over a year since I've actually used it. I find myself wondering if Bridget has ever found the room of "coming and going" as I've heard it called. Suddenly, I find myself hoping she hadn't. I could almost see the smile and approval on her face, that I'd found such a room--and figured out how to work it. 

I turn even more red, because I obviously care so much what she thinks of me. I turn and catch her gaze when I shut the lid of the chest, and offer a small smile. [b]"I know the perfect place, Bridget,"[/b] I say, with a wink. [b]"I sort of found a...special room. Only we will be able to get inside it. Well, once we're in it. I'll explain when we get there, but it's on the 7th floor. It's really impressive, by the way, that you enchanted that yourself,"[/b] I say pointing to the chest. [b]"You definitely belong in Ravenclaw."[/b]

I drop my head a little at her asking me why I'm interested in that particular book, simply because I can't say for sure myself. Something I'd read somewhere else, a term...Endearing Fyre was mentioned in some book I read about dark magic, but I can't quite recall where. But something about it...I shake my head softly. [b]"To be honest, I'm not really sure, but...I think this may hold some explanations for..."[/b] My voice catches in my throat, because I can't bring myself to say it. To say I suspect this book may tell me just why I couldn't save my family. My sisters. My brother. My parents. 

[b]"I'll...I'll explain everything when we get to the room..."[/b] I say, my voice low, dark. I blink a few times, shake my head, then gaze back at Bridget. [b]"Come on, let's go! Want me to carry that chest for you? It's going to be a bit of a commute..."[/b] I smile lightly as I speak, not in a mean or condescending way, but as someone who legitimately wants to help.