[4th Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon]

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Bumblebee had managed sleep, at least, but now was facing low fuel reserves and a distressing feeling of being nearly blind. Following what he discerned to be instincts, he had made his way to the kitchen area of the common room and was looking into cupboards and drawers with a growing sense of urgency.

This organic business was difficult; no wonder Sam always seemed so upset so often.

[OOC: Open, as common rooms are!]