Just another lazy Sunday morning.
Sammi leaned backwards a little in the chair. It was a very comfy chair and she rather liked it. No doubt most of the students were recovering after the ball last night, which Sammi did not attend, and would not be awake for a while
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Oh, god, he thought wearily, his head pounding. What the hell happened last night? All he could remember was, well... there was Hermione, and then Firewhisky, and then... then...
He groaned as someone entered the room, allowing the door to slam shut.
"Haven't you ever heard of being quiet?"
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"Too much to drink last night?" she asked cheerfully. She turned from where she was standing and started to make her way over to him.
"Must've been fun," she added cheekily.
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He stood up, cracking his back and straightening out his wrinkled suit. He hadn't got any sleep last night, and it definately showed. "I'm Justin Finch-Fletchley."
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"Sammi Morgan. Not Samantha," she said, holding out her hand to shake his.
"That Slytherin didn't hold back on the supply of firewhisky, then?" she asked, noting his suit but not making a comment. Without invitation she sat by him and gave him an encouraging grin.
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"I'm so hungry I could eat something Snape prepared," he joked, now in a much better mood.
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