Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[arsenicmauls]

Old Lace, as it turned out, did not like strange teenage boys petting her before she was fully awake. And while she and Gert had a psychic link, accidents happened -- like sleepily biting a hand that smelled, for all intents and purposes, like a strange teenage boy.

That was why Gert showed up in the common room well before an appropriate waking hour on a Saturday morning, nursing a bleeding hand and a scowl. There had to be a first-aid kit in one of these cabinets, right?

[[so open!]]