Jez banged open the door and flung herself onto her bed, burying her head in the pillows. She wanted to scream. She wanted to go back down to the common room and scream at Pam and Nate to just hurry up and ditch her already, then duel the dummies in the Room of Requirement until she either made the world go away or she died. Sounded like a great plan to her.
A black owl swooped through an open window to land next to Jez, nudging her head with its head and nibbling on a strand of her hair until she finally pushed herself up and took the little parcel from its leg. Inside was a card and a little box of Chocoballs. Jez flipped open the note.
Well, at least someone remembered.
Jez opened the box and took a sniff. The Chocoballs smelled fine, but she wouldn't put it past Jared to spike it with poison or maybe the Draught of Living Death. So she took out her wand and tapped the little box. "Incendio!" She watched it burn, taking savage pleasure from the seeing the green sparks fly from the chocolate that confirmed her suspicions that this was a lousy attempt at poisoning.
She dumped the smouldering remains of the box in the drawer of her beside table. Her fingers brushed something soft, and she took it out. It was the rose Scott had given her more than a year ago. She'd gotten one of the older students to charm it to never wilt, so it was still as perfect as when she'd gotten it. Jez curled up on her bed again, gently stroking the soft petals, thinking, not able to sleep yet.