Eden was tiiiiired. NEWT preparation was killing the seventh year, as was her intense desire to be home with her family. She was exhausted and it was very apparent; dark circles had painted themselves under her eyes.

Her hair was a mess.

What was this? A class? What?

Too drained, too tired for this nonsense. She saw Gabriel immediately and plonked her bum next to him, leaning forward and resting her head on the table.

Merlin.

She was dozing in just a few seconds.