On the opposite side of the fire to Jessa and Rooney, and sat with her legs tucked under one of the coffee tables, Sam gently ran the feather of quill back and forth against her chin. A hefty History of Magic textbook lay open in front of her, along with a parchment covered in attempt at mind-mapping the structure of her essay. It wasn't going well; the many people and places and dates involved were just a blur in her mind, and she was struggling to sift through all the relevant parts. How did this stuff come so easily to her brother?

She had a few more days to work on it, but really didn't wanted to waste her weekend staring at this. She had better things to be doing; people to hang out with. But for tonight, she was done. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, and stretched as she lent back against the sofa.

Jessa's topic of conversation now piqued her interest, although she didn't say anything just yet. A little dragon, huh? Sounded pretty awesome.