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Her meeting with her Prefect partner had gone... oddly at best, she supposed, but at least she liked the guy. Still, this whole thing had spiraled a little bit out of control, and she had ended her day frustrated and tense and cranky and also wound up.
The wound up part was her own damn fault -- caffiene and all -- but that didn't mean she had to suffer alone. She threw a robe on over her nightgown, stepped into some slippers, and padded up one hallway and down another. Thomas, or Harry? Thomas wasn't as accessable. Harry it was. She stopped at Harry's door and knocked before sticking her head in.
"You awake?"
The wound up part was her own damn fault -- caffiene and all -- but that didn't mean she had to suffer alone. She threw a robe on over her nightgown, stepped into some slippers, and padded up one hallway and down another. Thomas, or Harry? Thomas wasn't as accessable. Harry it was. She stopped at Harry's door and knocked before sticking her head in.
"You awake?"