Jaelyn had had a rough day so far; she had woken up with a sore throat, and when she rolled out of bed, she realized that it was raining outside. The redhead hated the rain, mainly because it forced her to stay inside, away from the Quidditch pitch. She had managed to get through the one class she had later that morning by sucking on some muggle lozenges that her father had thrown in her truck -- she was notorious for getting sick randomly -- and not coughing up a lung. Now that she was done with classes for the day, however, she figured she could get a few letters written for home. After digging through her trunk to find a spare roll of parchment and a new quill, she started the decent from the dorm to the common room. Just as she was stepping into the room, she watched as one of her housemates threw a book across the room, and then pick it up. Jae let out a small chuckle and walked on into the common room, finding an overstuffed arm chair that she had claimed as 'hers' during her second year. She folded herself into the chair and then looked toward the girl, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "I'm going to guess it isn't that good of a book?" she asked, another laugh almost bubbling up.
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