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Muse vs mun

The Common Room was uncharacteristically quiet, and despite the fact that she'd been begging for a break from the never-ceasing crying of fake babies and whining of students for the past seven days, she now found the strange calmness unsettling. The fire cracked before her as she sat on the floor, leaning against the couch with her feet stretching out towards the orange and yellow flames that warmed her toes and legs. A quick glance towards the window told her that a light flurry of snow was falling. It wasn't nearly enough to start the snowball fight she'd been itching to have, but it was certainly nice to look at or walk though. 

A laugh caught her ear from across the room, a boy's laugh that sounded awfully like Frank Longbottom's, and suddenly the memory of him telling her about his date with Alice came flooding back to her. With sudden inspiration, Mary leaped up from the floor, dusted off her jeans, and nearly sprinted towards the stairs, rocketing up to the seventh year's dormitory and pounding her tiny fist against the wood of the door.