The sound of students stumbling back into the Flammasari common room, difted upstairs to Leslie's bed with the other seventh years. Barely awake herself, the seventh year stifled another yawn. With a quick flick of her fingers, Leslie saved the rather long note she was composing to Kurt and snapped her laptop closed.
In the semi-darkness of the Flammasari seventh year tower at the very far end of the room in the massive fireplace, warm orange and amber embers glowed softly as pieces of blackened and grey charred logs crumpled to ash. The soft glow of the dying fire relfected off of the liquid golden eyes of Leslie. Wearing only a long t-shirt and a pair of old boxers Leslie was hardly dressed to wander down to the common room and greet more students though her curiosity as to the ending of the sorting ceremony was getting to her.
I could just go down real quick and see who's come back yet and who passed out in the great hall...She thought simply.
Snatching her long thick red terry cloth robe, Leslie loosely tied it around her waist and preeceded out of the tower down to the common rooom
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