Somehow, through all of the confusion of the common room flooding, Dru found herself at the Slytherin table. Well, she was less at the table, more under it.
She was sitting there in soaking wet robes, her knees held tightly against her chest, shivering, half from the cold and half from the fear that she was still holding onto. Of all the bad things that she considered happening at Hogwarts, almost drowning in her own common room was not one of them.
To top it all off, she didn't know if Diane or Cam had made it out in one, damp piece.
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