The chilly air immediately cause goosebumps to appear on her skin, her camisole doing nothing to ward off the cold. She wrapped a throw blanket over her shoulders, straightened her flannel pajama pants and slipped on a pair of shoes before exiting the room. In the common room, on a whim, she grabbed some parchment and a quill someone had left out.
It was deliciously warm in the kitchen, a fire dance merrily in the hearth. The house elves were scattering about whipping up things for breakfast. Not for the first time, Pippa wondered if the little creatures ever slept or took breaks. She ordered some hot chocolate and soon a steaming silver pot was laid in front of her along with some chocolate chip scones, still warm from the oven. Pippa grinned in delight and thanked the house elf before tucking in.
She moved the scones to the side before unrolling the parchment.
"Dear Dad" she wrote, then stopped as she mused what exactly she was going to say. She had gotten a letter from him that morning. Nothing of much merit, really. It had been pretty short. An 'I love you, Pip. Do well in school. Don't get in any trouble' kind of letter. It had been unexpected. Her parents barely wrote unless she first did something wrong, then she usually got a howler from her mum. She chewed on the inside of her check as she looked down at the parchement, thinking of what to say. Thinking that some hot chocolate might cause her to become afflated, she picked up the pot.
She heard the door to the kitchen open and looked up from pouring the hot chocolate. She hadn’t been hoping for company but this proved to be a rather good turn of events and pleasant surprise. She sat up a bit straighter and ran a quick hand over her hair just to make sure it wasn’t sticking up or anything.
“Ten points from Ravenclaw for breaking curfew, Wallie,” she teased the older Ravenclaw boy.
"Care for some hot chocolate?" she asked raising a delicate tea cup full of the cozy breverage fro him to see.




Ashby Grayson