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Quinn didn't mean to fall asleep in the library. The fact that she was actually in the library for once should of been enough warning for her to know something bad was going to happen. But after hearing Snape tell her that she was hopeless in passing her NEWTS it had her practically running there.
The robe she wore fell off her shoulder and as for her books well they were struggle to stay in her satchel. She could see the Fat Lady from where she stood at the staircase and thought she made it until she heard someone yell from behind her.
"Miss!" If there was a time Quinn wanted to fade into an alcove of the castle this would be the time. She turned around and saw Percy Weasley standing tall and proud. She could of sworn she saw his headboy badge glisten under the candlelight of the castle.
"Assuming by how you just ran up the last two flights of stairs. I'd say you know that you are past curfew."
"Uh-yes. I fell asleep while studying and Madam Pince must of forgotten to wake me before leaving." The blonde shifted the weight of her body as she stood a couple of steps above him. Even with the advantage of the staircase, Percy was able to tower over her.
A stifled laughed left the headboy's lips. "I highly doubt that. I have never seen you there in my entire academic career."
The comment left a sinking feeling in Quinn's stomach. She didn't really know how she was suppose to take it, but either way it didn't make her feel that good.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
She felt small against his stare. His piercing blue eyes analyzed every detail starting at the fallen robe down to the open satchel that had notes spilling halfway out. She didn't like it and it made her take a step back moving closer to the portrait. "It means what I said." His arms crossed and Quinn felt the need to mimic his movements. "20 points from Gryffindor due to being out past curfew." Her mouth was halfway open to protest before he brought up a finger as if to silence her.
"You're lucky I didn't give you a detention, Ms..?"
"You're kidding me right? I'm literally in your year Percy!" She sighed before rolling her eyes in defeat, "Herrington."
"Right, Ms. Herrington. Well, I finished my rounds for the evening so I guess I can escort you back to the common room."
It took two strides for Percy to be beside Quinn leading the way towards the Fat Lady portrait. The blonde held her tongue as she followed him. The words that wanted to glide off her tongue would guarantee her a detention.
They made it to the portrait in an uncomfortable silence. The Fat Lady raised an eyebrow at Quinn whom quickly shook her head knowing how the portraits liked their gossip.
"Ah, caught out past curfew again, Quinnith?" The sound of her full name made her flinch which caused the portrait to grin.
"Again? I didn't know you made the habit of breaking curfew."
