Tiara had left her Hogsmeade home close to an hour ago in an attempt to not be late to the Leaving Feast. She shuffled in wearing her slippers, fluffy jewel-green bathrobe, and hair curlers. She made her slow, paaaaaiiinful way up to the dais, negotiated the stairs at an equally slooooow pace, then scratched her head trying to remember which was her seat. After several moments, she realized she should be next to.. What was her name? Oh, Anastasia. Flopping down into her chair, she promptly slumped back in exhaustion, closed her eyes, and tried to fit in a quick cat nap before the activities started.