Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

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Paris was opening cabinet doors and muttering under her breath as Lucky Charms cereal continued to fall out, even from doors she'd already opened. "That doesn't make sense," she told the door.

Which didn't talk back, much to her unspoken relief. "I'm not eating this for breakfast," she announced to the ceiling. "If I wanted to go into a sugar coma, I'd just hit the pixie stix like a normal person!"