It was colder than Merlin's ears outside, but sitting in the common room all day every day doing nothing but pestering the older students and gorging herself on sugar quills was not an efficient use of time or any of the already limited mental resources she could confidently say she had left not that she was calling herself stupid and cloud gazing with her cat was the best she could come up with.

Scratch that...

It was the best she could come up with while deranged criminals were overrunning the castle.

Nobody could say she didn't practice self-care.

After the particularly harrowing experience in Williamson's class, well...she figured that she owed it to herself to do something boring. Something grounding or whatever. Something not chaotic and leaving her feeling like she was going to die, and cloud gazing was boring enough. Every cloud looked like a toe though, or maybe a chocolate frog if you were looking at it upside down. She sprawled her arms and legs out like a starfish and looked around. Maybe she could count the leaves on the tree instead. One, two, three, four...