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Week Name / Date / Time : 'Countdown to Darkness' / Tuesday, October 25 / 1:30 PM
Location : Gryffindor Common Room
Open to : Anyone Gryffindor (Surprise me, eh?)
Currently Involving : Avis
A quiet breathing noise came out from under a Herbology book on top of a sleeping girl's face. She was absolutely passed out on one of the soft sofas of the Gryffindor common room, arms flung dramatically behind her and her shoes off. Of course, it was Avis, as usual. A good fraction of the time, she could be found in that exact same spot snoozing in the same exact manner.
Perhaps the couch had a permanent divot in it from her nesting there.
She could have claimed the couch for herself, maybe placing an owl there to take messages. That would have sealed the deal and staked her claim.
Actually, at the time, Avis was having a dream, and a horrid one at that. . . In the nightmare of a dream, she had shown up to Herbology in her nuddy pants! It was wicked awful, the worst dream ever! Everyone pointed and laughed and Professor Murphy covered his eyes with a scowl. After he handed her a bunch of fig leaves, he groaned, "Aye, Miss Abernathy! You're a bit FAT!"
She twitched in her sleep, making certain unintelligible noises.
She HAD tried to study. Really. She tried. It was a noble effort, breaking the current year record; more than five minutes studying for class before falling asleep.