Hestia groaned as she opened her eyes. She felt like she had slept under a rock. She was confused. She was in her bed at home. Theodore Nott was setting out potions on a table near her bed. Sirius was dozing in a chair near said bed.
"What..." Her voiced sounded like she'd been gargling with broken glass.
"Awake then," Theo said. "And looking much
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