Of course, these dreams were intermingled with her entirely innocent fantasies about falling in love. The "tall, dark stranger" clich was, quite unfortunately, near and dear to Tanya's heart, though her infatuations were not restricted to such guidelines. She preferred those who had a magnetism, an appeal; perhaps she'd someday marry a poet, or a writer, or maybe a muggle scientist. There were no limits to the daydreams the Ravenclaw could lose herself in, some involving romance and neverending love - impossible though many would claim it to be - and many involving finally being able to understand how the whole schebang worked. Somehow, though, she found more than enough energy and interest in the lives of her friends, and generally everyone. Admittedly, that interest was sporadic, starting out strong and trailing off as a new idea hit the girl's busy brain.
Stretching her hands behind her blonde head, Tanya yawned down at the parchment. It was only perhaps eight o'clock at night, and the Commons was quite crowded, mostly with students doing their homework at crowded tables. She herself had forgone such necessities as a table to write upon, and was curled up on a plush blue armchair, quill scrawling across the paper awkwardly as it balanced upon her knees. She stuck out like a sore thumb, of course, dressed in her decidedly vintage clothing. A red swing skirt, with black ballet style pumps, adorned her legs, tucked up to provide a writing surface for her latest inspirations. She matched this with all the flair of a 1950s teenager; a white sweater, V-necked and simple. In her mind, she looked cute, and she adored the clothes. To those more prone to the bellbottomed modern clothes, she looked bloody strange.
Nibbling upon a lip, she paused in her musings to ponder a particular difficulty in her theory. Of course, this was as far as most of her theories got; a few lines in, and a very problematic problem showed up, raining on her parade. It was usually given the typical "oh well, back to the drawing board" response, but just now she was stumped. She was certain she'd been on to something big...
With a sigh, she set the parchment somewhat carelessly upon the ground, tucking herself up and enjoying the close proximity to the fireplace. She'd nabbed the chair the moment she had entered the commons, and despite many slightly covetous looks, had refused to relinquish it. Tanya had nothing to entertain her now except the flickering flames and her ensuing daydreams.




