She had spent the majority of her day in the Greenhouse 4 and you could most certainly tell by the state of her humidity hair and the dirt smudge on her nose and collarbone. Not that Aslan minded ether, she was far too content with how well today's research had gone to care about something as inconsequential as poofier-than-usual-hair and a bit of earth on her skin.

Having given the password to a less-than-impressed Fat Lady, Aslan slipped into the Common Room and dusted her hands off on her jeans.

A bath, and a book. That was the plan for the night.