OOC: This RP takes places after
this. After his talk with Hermione, Murphy trudged back to the Common Room to find it unusually empty. He had walked with her after the Yule Ball under the guise of finishing their prefect duties by making sure everyone everyone was back in their respective dorms. By the looks of it they had done their job quite well, despite Murph's best efforts to do either as little as possible or bark orders just because he could. There really was nothing quite like the abuse of power.
With expensive, but borrowed, dress robes in disarray, Murph braced an arm against a chair as he pulled off his stiff shoes. He planned to go straight to bed, but he couldn't take another step with his feet still crammed into uncomfortably tight quarters. Holding the shoes in one hand, Murph walked sluggishly toward his dorm, almost regretting the extent to which he had danced. He had great fun showing off his skills either by himself or with his date when others formed a circle around them, clapping and laughing. However, now he was paying for it by feeling the formation of several blisters at the bottom of his feet.