 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Cornelia was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes by the time she made it out to the courtyard. She was still in her pyjamas, her feet wearing the fluffiest of slippers, and her hair was definitely not cute. The sudden alarm clearly interrupted her much needed beauty sleep. As she trudged closer, half her mind was still waking up while the other half was wondering who made their headmaster so upset that they needed to be summoned so early in the morning.
She made quick work (as fast as her not-fully-awake little body would allow, at least) of gathering with a pocket of Slytherins. No words were said from the first year. She simply stood there, her eyes glancing around, waiting for whatever was coming next.
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