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[onceacop]

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

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[dresdenfile]

"Mmmph."

I woke up enough to register Murphy's voice, though it took my brain a minute to process her question. "Sure," I said blearily, rolling over. "What's up?" Murphy had had trouble sleeping in the past, I knew, but I hadn't thought it would follow her here.

[onceacop]

"... no you're not." She gave him a little half-smile and shook her head. "Sorry." She didn't leave, though. She stepped the rest of the way into his room and shut the door behind her. "I probably could have knocked."

[dresdenfile]

"Nah, see, I would've thrown a shoe at the door," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. "This way I know it's you, and not insomniac Thomas." Yawning, I sat up, but didn't reach for the bedside lamp--I wasn't ready to blind myself just yet. "What's up?" If Murphy was visiting me at this ungodly hour, something was up.

[onceacop]

Her eyes adjusted to the dark pretty fast, and she padded across the floor and sat on the edge of his bed. Just so they could talk, you know. "I'm just feeling a little...." she waved a hand. She'd never admit to being overwhelmed. "There's a lot of crazy here, Dresden."