Melanie woke up, blinking blearily. From the bit of blue light that was filtering through her curtains, she knew it was morning. She had hoped it would be early and she could go back to sleep, but no such luck.

She rolled out of bed, putting her feet on the floor as she pulled back the curtains. She grabbed a handful of clothes from her trunk, including mismatched socks (because, seriously, as if she was expected to find two of the same in this monstrous piece of luggage) and hobbled to the bathroom.

She hopped in the shower, wondering what today at Hogwarts would be like and nervous for her first Transfiguration class. She wondered if she'd have that class with some of the other girls. That'd be nice. Then she started daydreaming about what she'd have for breakfast, and hoped someone else would be up soon so she wouldn't have to eat alone.