Half-asleep with her potions textbook in her lap on the sofa near the corner of the room, Sloane was not absorbing anything she was reading. It was by far her worst class and the one she was going to undoubtedly get a T on OWLs next year, but what else could she do? Not even Ned or Alice were going to get her through it with any grace. Ah well. Between the boring passage in her text that she'd read nearly three times without taking any of it in and the mere fact that she felt like she was going flat out between school and quidditch, she was truly exhausted.

Maybe it was the lull of the fire dwindling in the hearth or the lazy chatter of people around her, or maybe the large fuzzy cat cuddle up cozily beside her, but she was nearly all the way asleep when Cam plopped down beside her and suddenly she was quite awake. Her potions text easily forgotten, she was relieved to set it aside on the table next to her. Quirking an eyebrow at him curiously, she tilted her head to the side, frayed braid falling over her shoulder as she stretched her arms out to try and rid them of the heaviness weighing down on her body.

"What makes you think I can help if Sisse can't?" She didn't even take Div, he knew that, they'd fought for almost a whole year because of it, but here he was, asking for her help with. "I mean I'll try, but I really don't know the first thing about it."