Connie was all-too aware that there was only one young lady still in the second year dormitories and her heart immediately sank at the unexpected disappointment she felt. Students frequently pushed their luck – it was far from unusual – but she had begun to hope for more from Holly Scrimgeour: perhaps holding her to a higher standard than the rest wasn’t fair?

“Yes of course,” she replied hurriedly, gesturing the other woman inside. The draught followed her and Connie shivered, pulling her robe tighter around her body but not quite able to stop her skin turning to gooseflesh. “Goodness me, it’s a wonder you were out tonight yourself with this chill. Come sit by the fire, can I get you a drink?” She trailed off awkwardly – it probably wasn’t overly professional to drink as they discussed misbehaviour but she was damned cold and needed something to steel herself if she was going to be disappointed.

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MJ made me beautiful