(from Corridors)<br/><br/>Fiona sulks in through the doorway to Ravenclaw's common room.  This has not been entirely a good, fun, stress-free day.  This evening in particular has, as the expression goes, blown chunks.  Big, jagged, rusty metal chunks.<br/><br/>To distract herself from the nagging disappointment of a) getting the house docked 100 points by Madame Pince for no especially clear reason, b) not finding the tablet, c) a raging case of frustration, and d) almost getting blown up by a sudden burst of wild magic in the kitchen, she curls up in front of the fire, closes her eyes, and thinks of her new design.<br/><br/>The one inspired by Professor Sloan.  The one she won't be showing anyone else, 'cause they'll get the wrong idea (or, perhaps, the right idea).  The one which, if perfected, would probably make a LOT of lonely witches very happy indeed...