A Stressful Week

[Harriet Devin]

The day had been long and particularly draining. She'd had far too much homework, more than she was able to handle and had been feeling seriously stressed all week. Harriet was glad to have found herself curled up on a sofa beside the warm fire in the Gryffindor Common Room, it was nice to be able to relax and close her eyes for five minutes. She'd thrown her cloak and shoes off on the floor, not having the energy to take them upstairs or even to place them neatly by the doorway. She really wasn't feeling too great and was fed up with just about everything at this moment in time. Harriet could feel her eyes shutting as she grew increasingly tired, the process of falling asleep helped by the crackling heat of the flames.

She hadn't been asleep for five minutes, when the sound of approaching footsteps rudely awoke her. Harriet jumped a little, before sitting upright on the sofa. She glared at the person who had entered the common room. "You've woke me up. Are you aware of that?" She quickly snapped. Harriet really wasn't happy.

[Caprice Wildgrube]

This wasn't an ideal situation.

It was bad enough that Caprice was breaking curfew - that alone was probably all a teacher needed to have her expelled; but to have woken someone upon sneaking back into her dorm? Caprice froze at the harsh sound of Harriet's voice, her heart sinking to the very pit of her stomach. And it wasn't just a fellow Gryffindor - a friend perhaps, or a mischievous acquaintance - it was the Harriet Devin.

Although she'd never formally spoken to the older student, Caprice had admired her from afar; to her, she was the epitome of a rolemodel. She was opinionated, and seemed experienced with boys. Shyly Caprice glanced away, a sheepish look on her face - unusual for someone usually so fiery and stubborn herself. "Sorry," she murmured, "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm just," she lowered her voice, "hiding from the teachers."

[Harriet Devin]

She really wasn't sure what time it was, though it had to have been late given the emptiness of the common room. It was a rarity for the common room to be so quiet, it was always full of students making lots of unnecessary noise - the first years were especially annoying with their giddiness and giggling all the bloody time. Harriet gave a heavy sigh as she shifted a little in her seated position beside the fire. At least the girl before her had appeared to be apologetic, going by the look on her face and verbal apology. If she wasn't in such a stressed mood, she would have felt a little bad for being snappy. Harriet had seen the student around the school a few times, although she couldn't quite recall her name or year. She definitely wasn't a Sixth year as she would have been bound to see her in classes. Maybe fourth or fifth.

"And why would you be hiding from the teachers?" She queried.. Harriet had never been much of a trouble maker, but she was definitely far from being a teachers pet and was generally curious.

[Anna Porter]

Tonight was one of the few nights Anna didn't want to have patrol duty. Normally she enjoyed being able to wander the corridors at night, looking out for trouble-making students and curfew breakers. She would take the hours alone to think. It helped her relax and clear her mind, oddly enough. But tonight, all she really wanted to do was a relax with a good book in her own bed. As Anna headed back to the Gryffindor tower, she caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. In front of her was a shadow creeping away... towards the Gryffindor tower. Anna narrowed her eyes and followed the shadow back to the common room. She said the password to the Fat Lady and entered the common room. The curfew-breaker was inside, speaking to a sixth year Anna knew to be Harriet Devin. "Yes," Anna said, making her presence known. "Why would you hiding from the teachers?"