Pale fire in the form of an early April morning flitted cautiously through the windowpane and upon the two female students occupying an empty classroom. It was an unspoken law that Margarita Marquez and Tamsin Villiers were always, always partners in Potions. It was a metaphorical contract the two girls had articulated without the need for any words since their first encounter in Potions 101.
Sixth year wasn't to be any different. The Gryffindor of the pair was seated atop a classroom desk, her tawny legs swinging restlessly as she nibbled on a wad of Droodles' Best Blowing Gum. The pair had a free period that morning and had agreed to work on an upcoming assignment during that timeframe. It seemed however that early hour wasn't collaborating with Marg's concentration all too well. She blew a bubble, the intrepid smack of her lips ungracefully puncturing the stillness of the room. She bellowed out a yawn and jumped up from her seat.
"I need coffee or something! the teenager announced to no one in particular as she started circulating the room in an attempt to polish off her langour.