Monday, August 12, 2002
I yawned. It was extremely late, and it had been an exhausting day.
"Should we check our trunks?" inquired Clara.
"I think I'll brush my teeth in the morning," I answered her, pulling the quilt down on my bed.
She rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean that. Just for our wands and stuff."
"Morning," I repeated, lying down on the smooth, cool bed.
"Pajamas?" she asked exasperatedly.
But I had already closed my eyes and soon after, drifted off to sleep.
posted by LNR at 6:46 PM
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