Room 308, Monday morning

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Hermione had very definitely changed overnight. Back into a normal person.

And then all the things she'd said came rushing back, and Hermione found herself whimpering into the pillow that then found itself making its way over her head. She wasn't really one for unnecessary whining, but at the same time, if she suffocated before she got up and had to hunt down Ron, she'd be okay with that.

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[the_merriest]

Rikku was having the craziest dream. About ... treasure? And being stuck in some crazy land of giants where treasure just hung out of everyone's pockets, and ....

She cracked her eyes open. Ohhhhhh, shit.

Rikku pulled the covers over her head. "I'm never leaving the room again," she announced.

From what she kinda vaguely remembered, she had the feeling her roommate would understand.

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"Good plan," Hermione mumbled into her pillow, fully on board with it. At least until she got a grip.

[the_merriest]

"Did I, uh ... take anything of yours?" Rikku asked. Wow, that question never got any easier, did it? Damn her crazy klepto evil twin. Uh, pixie fairy. Or whatever the hell she was. "I don't think I did, but it's all a little hazy."

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"Anything I had worth stealing hopefully disappeared when I changed back, just like last year." Seriously, this could not be the second time this had happened, and she hadn't even told Ron about the first time.

[the_merriest]

Rikku groaned. "This is so unreal. Is this, like, Magic Turn Into Someone Who Will Make You Hate Yourself Later Weekend? 'Cause I don't think I wanna celebrate next year."

[smartestone]

Completely serious, Hermione decided, "I'm spending next January in England. In 1998. The semester just started, I can not spend it thinking I'm a Slytherin."

[the_merriest]

"A ... Slytherin?" Rikku asked, sitting up somewhat as curiosity got the better of her. She'd heard the term from Hermione before, but couldn't place it. "Dang it. I can't spend today hiding out. People probably need their stuff back."

Her stash of treasure ill-gotten gains should not look that ... imposing.

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From across the hall there was a slamming of a door and the familiar stomping of a lanky red-headed kid. There was probably muttering as well.

Hermione may be smart in suffocating herself.