 *snortles* MAMA!Shroom
Gwen dragged herself, exhausted, into the common room (her sore ankle did not agree with the portrait hole). She dropped into a comfy armchair nearest to the fire, and smiled appreciatively as its warmth caressed her face. She'd just had her first Quidditch tryout and she'd had quite a workout. No matter, she thought, settling into the cushions. I'll only be disowned if I don't make the team. She chuckled to herself and thought longingly of her bed in the dormitory. But going there meant getting up and climbing stairs...it can wait. |