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Zoerawrr 
Noticing Wesley nearby, Jake watched her for a few moments, frowning as he decided what to do. His mind made up, Jake joined the girl, tucking his letter into his pocket for later, and placed his hand gently on Wesley's shoulder, giving her a comforting half-smile.
Staring at her muck-covered shoes, Wesley was trying to imagine she wasn't at the very top of the school. She was on the ground floor, and if she looked outside any of the windows she could see snow. She could touch the snow because it was that close to her. And if she wanted to, she could jump out the window and not die.
It was lovely.
The tiny girl was so enrapt in her dreamworld, that she jumped at the touch of someone's hand on her shoulder, and slipped a bit on the owl droppings. Wildly, she grabbed the hand, stabilizing herself.
"S-sorry!" she whispered, dark brown eyes wide, then, taking in the figure, smiled slightly as she realized it was Jake.
"Thanks," Wesley added. Because he couldn't be over here with her due to his fear of heights. Jake was on the Quidditch team after all, and Quidditch players can't be scared of anything. So he had to be here because he was her...friend.
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Josef_Perry Rolls upon rolls of toilet paper flew into the room and landed in a messy pile in the center of the floor. A few of the rolls headed to the corners of the room, leaving sticky trails in the owl poo.
"WHOA." There was SO MUCH TOILET PAPER. HOORAY. "So the first thing we have to do is unwind all of the paper from the rolls. We need to get ALL THE PAPER off. You can maybe use it to make a pretty dress or a fluffy two-ply chair, if you want."
Back to pretending she wasn't a couple meters away from death, Wesley was caught off guard by the sudden barrage of toilet paper roles that landed on top of her (seeing as she was near the center of the room). Letting out a yelp, she struggled to pulled herself out, dirty feat sticking to the paper.
At last, finally free, the Hufflepuff took a deep, shaky breath, trying to become focused.
Wait. What are we supposed to do? She hadn't been paying attention. Wesley turned to ask Jake but he wasn't there.
Oh dear! Is he still in the toilet paper? "J-jake?! A-are you a-all right?!" she called, pulling out roles from the mound.