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grangerfan8 
Dora had to FIND her gift for Mo, since her pet had somehow managed to make a mess of her things while chasing a stray kneazle that probably belonged to a first year, and then had to.... leave the mess. She left it because cleaning wasn't a priority at the moment, and packed up the necessities in her shoulder pouch.
It didn't take long to get the entrance to appear, and when it had, instead of entering she just leaned beside the door with a medium sized box, awaiting the arrival of her fellow house and year mate.
Dora was one of those people who never looked hurried. It didn't matter if she was late for something, or had a last minute assignment, or was feeling harassed. She just looked composed all the time, and part of that, Mo was sure, had to do with the fact that she simply didn't care if she was late or had something due. The clock in Dora's head just told her that whatever time it was happened to be the right time, and that whatever was stressing someone else was of no importance to her.
It was sort of enviable, especially to Mo, who tried to be early everywhere he went and still felt like he managed to show up out of breath and harassed looking. At least his shirt was tucked in and his trousers pressed. "Hi," he grinned broadly at the waiting seventh year. "Ready for our last party?"