The coffee maker made that tell-tale sputtering noise and Molly slipped from her bed to fill up a mug, before resting on the edge of her bed again. She cupped the mug and drank, wincing in preparation for the heat, desperate for a relief from her pounding head and exhausted limbs.
At Vee’s question, Molly opened her lips but–
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Her ever-so-pleasant dream about a particularly fit Hufflepuff and a mountain of sugar rapidly drained from her mind as the sensation of tickling caused her to jerk, then wiggle, and then begin to laugh. A peal of giggles left her lips as her eyes flew open and she grabbed her sides, calling out, “Knock it off!” Though her voice was full of mirth.
Margo Richards shoved herself up, expecting to see someone tickling her, before the scene came into view. No, her dormmates were not the type to wake you up by jumping on top of you and tickling you out of sleep. That was much more her speed.
Margo didn’t notice the lazy flick of Molly’s wand that stopped the spell, and giggles continued to burble out of her lips as she reached up to rub the sleep from her eyes. “Well good morning to you all too,” she said. “Ugh I don’t think I even got to fall asleep.”
Molly’s eyes slid over to the other two, giving them a knowing glance, but she busied herself with her coffee.
“Gods, last night was fun. Molly and I met these fellas, massive rides, one of them had this Squib cousin!” Margo gave them all a dramatic look, rolling her eyes at the mention of the particularly fine specimen of nonmagical man. “They were all so aloof, but Mols walks right up, right, and just holds out a ciggy. The one Squib says nothing just opens his mouth, she puts it between his lips–hot stuff, I’m telling you! And from there, the night was off.”
She heaved a sigh, before sniffing. “Is that coffee? Oh god, is that my pastry?” She grabbed the snack Molly had thrown at her and tore it open, finishing it off in no more than two bites, before grabbing her own coffee. She winced, asking, “Any sugar anyone? Cream? Pumpkin spice?”