What was it with the winter? She always felt sleepy at this time of year.Could be the amount of thick layers she bundled herself up in most of the time, making her overheat.....but, meh.

Sitting down in an empty space on the bench, Sarah looked down at the plate in front of her, then the food all around.Oddly enough she wasn't hungry.Great stores of fudge bought in Hogsmeade had seen to that.But she was thirsty, and one of the first things she did was pour herself a drink.Then slowly she pushed the plate to the side and with a loud *THUD* her forehead made contact with the table.A sigh followed as she contemplated the bruise she would now have right in the middle.

Groping around with her hand, not seeing where it was going, Sarah pulled the goblet closer to her and wrapped her hand around the stem.

In truth she looked not dissimilar to an old drunk.