THIS WAS NOT NORMAL. Sammy basically dragged herself into the common room, and that only ever happened when she was either bored, or tired and she was neither. She flopped herself into a chair in the corner of the vibrant common room, another sign something was up she ALWAYS sat on the big couch. She fumbled with her bag and pulled out her 'I'm-in-a-crappy-mood' book, Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Patterson, before burying her head in it and being a mopey flop which was really weird. Usually she was literally bouncing off the walls with enthusiasm, but at the moment nothing seemed like a worse idea. She didn't even want food, which was basically like saying she'd turned into an ostrich.