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Nimmiii 
Ruby slumped into the common room and plopped down on an empty couch. Within seconds of sitting down, she felt like the couch was trying to...eat her. Or so it seemed because she suddenly felt claustrophobic.
"Stupid, squishy couch," She murmured and pushed herself up a bit. Now she could survey her surroundings and make sure no one was staring. Because staring was rude and she would punch the first person who stared at her. 'Actually, she'd punch anyone who'd stare at her', she thought afterwards.
Her gaze turned to the fire that lit up the common room and suddenly she felt claustrophobic again, even though the couch wasn't eating her anymore.
"Why is everything so red in here?!" She thought. Snorting, she rested her head on the armrest and closed her eyes. But she wasn't sleeping.
After a nice, warm dinner at the Great Hall, Braeden was ready to plop down on one of the armchairs by the fire in the common room and let his feet rest, which still ached slightly from all the wandering he had done around the school grounds all of that afternoon.
D'awww, the common room was so warm and cozy that night. Pulling out his wand, Braeden conjured up a bag of marshmallows and plopped down onto the nearest couch, right in front of the fire. Since there were barely any other people in the common room, he pulled his legs up onto the couch and laid there like he owned the place, resting his back against the armrest. Mmmmm, this was the life. No homework to get done, no boring books to read, nothing to do but lay down and stuff his face with marshmallows. Braeden was liking his sixth year at Hogwarts so far.
Using his wand, the boy picked up one of the marshmallows from the bag and allowed it to hover in the air. He pulled back his wand slightly and, with another wave, tried to send it off to the fire.
Keyword being
tried.
Sadly, Brae had never been very good with his wand, even performing the simplest of tasks. Instead of sending his marshmallow off to the fireplace, he accidentally sent it a little too far to the right, causing it to hit the head of a sleeping redhead resting in one of the armchairs by the fire instead.
Ooops.
Eyes wide as saucers, Braeden watched the girl, waiting for a reaction but hoping dearly she had been too deep asleep to feel that.
Please be asleep, please be asleep, please be asleep!