A smile instantly spread across her face when she heard Daisy's voice. She turned, plate of cookies in hand, and offered one to her friend. "Would you like a cookie? Schmoop made them, chocolate chip!" The cookies were huge, and were still warm from the oven. The buttery chocolaty smell was almost too much and she grabbed another cookie for herself. She knew she would most likely have a stomachache that night, but it was worth it.

After swallowing her too large of bite, she sat the plate down on the table and flopped back into the overstuffed couch. It was still close enough to the fire for warmth, but not so close as to make her fall asleep. It was one of her favorite places to sit in the common room.