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The morning sun shon brightly over Hogwarts, but that didn't change the fact that the castle was bitter with cold. Wiping the crusts from her brown eyes, Eleanor sleepily walked herself out of the Hufflepuff common room, through the barrel, and into the corridors. Dragging her feet behind her, she groggily stared at the corridors in front of her, realising how long they actually were. Eleanor groaned at the thought of trekking down one.
She felt like a walking zombie. She probably looked like a walking zombie. From the way Alex had been eying her up concernedly, she supposed this confirmed her speculation.
"Are you okay, Elle?" the boy asked finally, worry in his eyes as he spotted the deep red colour under her own ones.
Laurence must have seen them as well, because he tailed on the end of Alex's sentence and added, "You don't look your best. Those eye bags look deadly, sugarplum."
Eleanor sighed and ran a hand through her already knotted hair. "Kathy and Monica should be sent to either side of the world and never meet ever again," she said, clearly frustrated with her two roommates. "Wanna' know what time they stopped arguing at?"
"Sure," Cedric said, having a feeling she would tell them anyway.
"Two o'clock in the bloody morning," said Eleanor, suddenly irritable. "The only reason they stopped arguing in the first place is because Monica reduced Kathy to tears."
"Is she okay now?" Alex frowned.
"She's still livid with Monica, but other than that she's still regular Kathy."
"I'll cover for you in Charms class," said Cedric, "You can sleep then."
Eleanor had never felt so thankful to have Cedric as her best friend in her entire life. To show her appreciation, she rested her head on his shoulder and linked her arm in his. "You're my saviour. I will marry you one day."
Cedric grimaced at the thought. "Please don't say that ever again," he begged.
A small laugh came from Eleanor. "But annoying you with the thought is my favourite pastime, Mr. Perfect, you should know this by now."
"Trust me, I know."
While walking down the corridor leading to the staircase, a high-pitched yelp released itself from Laurance's lips, one that rang through the corridor ear-piercingly and made them wince. "What in Merlin's saggy left ballsa—"
