3:00ish

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Zel was excused from classes for the day anyway, as last night was the full moon. After hanging rowan, facing dementors, being interviewed by aurors, and eating copious amounts of chocolate, he had crawled into the Hufflepuff common area, and made his way to his dorm before promptly passing out on his bed, feet hanging off the edges, a half eaten chocolate bar wrapped up, on the floor next to the bed. He had slept on and off, but the sleep was not restful. He couldn’t get his mind off of the dementors, the way they smelled. The way they breathed. The iciness they had made him feel to his core.

Zel wouldn’t wish a dementor encounter on anyone. Not even Whitman.

He heard the door open and he rolled over to see who it was—

Figaro! He was done with his classes for the day.

“Hey.” Zel waved at his roommate half-heartedly, though inwardly he was happy to see him. “Did you hear about the dementors this morning?” He held back a yawn and sat up. Zel assumed that word had spread about the dementor attack-- and he also assumed that there were ridiculous rumors surrounding it.