Christy looked around at all the people talking, sitting on their ugly purple sleeping bags. She groaned, shooking her head and massaging her temples, trying to relax. She really didn't expect this to happen. She missed her cosy Common Room and she wondered who could have done something like that. There was definitely something up, and she couldn't wait for an explanation. "Sleeping on sleeping bags, this is nightmare!"
Christy sighed, glancing at the sleeping bags "I'm sick of purple!...maybe I need some fresh air..." Christy muttered to herself grabbing her bag and walking out of the Great Hall. |