Room 308, early Wednesday morning
Hermione didn't really sleep last night, or at least didn't sleep that well. She kept waking up to scratch at her hand, or was doing so while half-asleep. Around sunrise she finally gives up and sits up, pulling off the bandage she'd put on to study it.
Despite trying to take care of it, it seems to be worse. It hurts to close her hand, and her palm is even redder and more swollen. And if she's not mistaken, that seems to be a tinge of green around what is very obviously bite marks.
"Huh," she says quietly, frowning and replacing the bandage. Where anyone else would head to the clinic first thing, Hermione decides she should probably head towards the library, if only to find out what bit her. If it was some sort of bug, a spider maybe, she could at least give them some information then.
[Establishy, unless the roomie's up for extreme SP. Hey, guess what. Surprisingly open.]
Despite trying to take care of it, it seems to be worse. It hurts to close her hand, and her palm is even redder and more swollen. And if she's not mistaken, that seems to be a tinge of green around what is very obviously bite marks.
"Huh," she says quietly, frowning and replacing the bandage. Where anyone else would head to the clinic first thing, Hermione decides she should probably head towards the library, if only to find out what bit her. If it was some sort of bug, a spider maybe, she could at least give them some information then.
[Establishy, unless the roomie's up for extreme SP. Hey, guess what. Surprisingly open.]