"I am the least worried about Ned next year." Sloane called from the washroom. She rather thought that because she wouldn't need as much help and he was a natural genius, not to mention hardworking, she knew he was going to go places and do big things. Then he was off to the real world along with Hatch and Cam and that was that. The girls would be left and they would have to get Sloane through NEWTs. Hopefully with a drastically reduced timetable, she would be alright too.

She turned the cold water on the tap and reached for a clean washcloth. Letting the tap run over her wrists for a moment, Sloane finally felt her body temperature start to come down. She dragged the cold washcloth over her neck and arms, leaving it on the back of her neck for a moment longer before she stripped down completely to put on her clean chemise and drawers. Her hair was a lost cause she she knew she would have to spend far too long brushing it to plait it again before bed.

"He's going to be fine. Next year won't be so bad. It'll be the year after that without him and Hatch and Cam—" She didn't know what to think there. Things were still weird and she didn't know what next year or even this summer held at all in that regard. "That'll be the weird one." She sighed as she returned to the dorm room, tossing her sweaty dress into the laundry hamper before flopping down on her bed.