Flora had arranged to help the Astronomy professor with test grading for extra credit that evening, and it was shortly passed midnight when she was given her pass and sent on her way back to the dungeons. She'd run into Mr. Bones and proceeded without further trouble, but her nerves were still acting up; she'd never noticed how eerie the dungeons could be at night, and it was even worse when there was only enchanted torches to light the corridors.
She slipped into the common room, expecting to find it completely empty, but to her surprise found Miss Gamp and the older Miss Lestrange having a conversation. At.... half past midnight. She didn't know what they were talking about, but she caught something about deducting points.
"Probably studying," she piped from the shadows. A yawn overtook her as she moved into the light, and she dramatically flopped down on the sofa nearest Miss Gamp. She'd grown to like the first year; she reminded her of herself, even if she came across as somber and sad half the time. (She supposed she would be sad, too, if she was an orphan.)
She slipped into the common room, expecting to find it completely empty, but to her surprise found Miss Gamp and the older Miss Lestrange having a conversation. At.... half past midnight. She didn't know what they were talking about, but she caught something about deducting points.
"Probably studying," she piped from the shadows. A yawn overtook her as she moved into the light, and she dramatically flopped down on the sofa nearest Miss Gamp. She'd grown to like the first year; she reminded her of herself, even if she came across as somber and sad half the time. (She supposed she would be sad, too, if she was an orphan.)
