The blaring noise was followed by a mousy squeak and a fumbled thump to the floor.

SQUEAK!

THUMP!

A bundle next to the bed wriggled and wriggled and squeaked, and out from the duvet sprouted a pixie-haired head. The small Slytherin breathed, frantic hazel zoning in around her surroundings. When her brain registered the somewhat familiar voice, she narrowed her eyes.

Why?

WHYYYYYYYY?

This was a brutal manner to wake people up! What if the noise had frightened her heart so terribly it stopped it?! What if she had a concussion from the fall?!

She groaned. She wasn't that lucky. She should be used to loud noises in the morning. It just wasn't expected. Not here. Not of all places that weren't home.

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, the small pixie girl untangled herself from the covers and proceeded to head out. If they were going to wake her up this early, in this BRUTAL manner, they were going to have to accept to see her in her black, banana patterned pajama pants and her green and purple dragon long sleeve top.

But first.

She had to brush her teeth.