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Roselyn 
The walk to the common room was a little less exciting than it had been the previous two years. Professor Flamsteed was like, SUPER serious and stuff. And they had to clean up that entire mess, which he himself totally didn't participate in. PLUS, he had no mashed potatoes and gravy for Sir Nicholas. AND his clothes were still wet from the unexpected rainfall. AAAAAND Gryffindor had LOST 100 POINTS. But most importantly...
He failed his knight title.
Lip jutted out into a pout, he entered the common room alongside his fellow lions and flopped into the nearest empty armchair. Cold sandwiches. That was all they had for dinner. And no fun housewarming party to attend to tonight.
Utterly distraught.
Walking into the Common room wasn’t fun. Although she had attempted to get rid of the mash in her hair and the gravy/sauces on her robes … it hadn’t worked. Not really. Oh, and her robes? Still wet. Not soaking, but damp and wet and disgusting.
AKA. Marsha wasn’t happy.
Collapsing into the seat next to Lance on the sofa, she leant her head against his shoulder her disgusting hair on his soaking robes. What a pair.
”I can’t believe that was how we started the term.” Sighing, the Welsh Lion frowned some more and curled up on the sofa, leaning into one of her best friends as a comforting gesture.
”I feel disgusting.” She totally needed a shower.