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"Wake up!"
I gasp and sit up abruptly when a hand strikes me across the face, blinking in a daze as bright lights blind me, wondering for a moment if I've been abducted or something. But then my vision clears and I see sitting on top of my legs Pansy fucking Parkinson, her brown monolidded eyes wide and crazed, missing their usual thick liner. She looks like she's just gotten up, short black hair ruffled and bangs sticking up, and she's in the ugliest pajamas I've ever seen (they have princess crowns on them. I'll be sure to make fun of her later).
And then I glare at her, grabbing her by her sleeve and pushing her off of me. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snap, groaning as I curl my legs to sit cross-legged, rubbing my face harshly.
"Nothing," she says brightly.
"What the fuck is the time?"
"Six in the morning."
"Screw you, pussy-eater."
"She woke me the same way," snaps Blaise from the bathroom doorway, a toothbrush hanging from his mouth as he glares at Pansy viciously, "and she still hasn't told me why."
"Yeah, my face still hurts," a voice scoffs, and I snap my head to the side to see Celeste in our doorway, stifling a yawn that makes her tired eyes scrunch up. She's in just sweats rolled up to her calves and a loose shirt, clearly just woken up. When we make eye contact, she briefly scans me up and down before looking away with her arms crossed.
"Well, I wanted you all awake to give you the news. It happened late last night while we were all pretty much going to bed. Well, I was going to bed, Celeste was studying for Potions, b—"
"Get to the point," I interrupt irritably, scowling as she rolls her eyes. Shaking my head, I rip the covers off my body, nearly taking her down with them as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand up, groaning while I stretch my back and arms out, scratching my shirtless stomach and tugging my sweatpants up a little.
"Anyway," Pansy huffs, sitting cross-legged on my bed and fiddling with a homemade bracelet she wears around her wrist (it's made with buttons and gemstones, I don't really get it), "I found out from Verona who found out from Kailani who found out from that Ravenclaw Elara who found out from that guy with—"
"Pansy!" Blaise snaps in a muffled voice, aggressively spitting toothpaste into the sink before turning around to say, "Get to the fucking point!"
She glowers at him before saying simply, "Dumbledore's been fired."
