The feast complete and the students dismissed Jezzabelle stifled a yawn. She was extremely sleepy and wanted nothing more than to go to bed. Seventh floor here I come, she thought to herself. If only the Gryffindor Common Room was closer to the Great Hall. Sigh.

She dragged feet up the staircases with the rest of the students who, much like herself, stifled yawns and shuffled along. Before she realized it, they had entered the common room and that feeling of being home increased. The fire looked tempting to sit in front of but she could hear her bed calling.