The Common Room was almost empty. It was afternoon, at a time when most students were still in class. There was no trace of Trevor or even Orella Flint, whose appearance was still imprinted in Rose's mind like a picture. Since none of the few present seemed to care about her, Rose proceeded undisturbed to the corridor leading to the girls" dormitories. She looked at the nameplates on the doors and, counting backwards, found that of the sixth year: Orella's dormitory.