“How did night patrol go?” Beezus heard her friend, Elliot, ask when she entered their dormitory. Underneath the moonlight, the brunette squinted at the hunched figure sprawled on the bed next to hers and shrugged, “As usual, tiring.” She replied whilst she took off her shoes, yawning.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Why are you still up?”

“I’m waiting for you. I got you something.”

“And what is that?”

Before Beezus could make any move, Elliot was out of her blankets and now jumping towards her, enveloped in lace-bordered pajamas. Beezus’ eyes widened in horror and she flailed, “Lace! EWWW. Get off me!”