Penwick

It was Hazel's third night at Penwick - and it was quite late for her. 10pm. She was having trouble sleeping, so she came down to the common room. She thought it might be nice to have a good look around finally, see what was available in the common room, maybe even decide where her favorite chair or nook might reside.

It hadn't been a full week yet, but already it was overwhelming after only two days of classes. To be fair, the journey and sorting on the 1st of September was a huge day - and it was a late night as well. She wondered why there wasn't a buffer day to allow students to get a good night's sleep before the first day of school, but she supposed maybe everyone was used to late night here. She certainly wasn't.

Hazel also wasn't used to having trouble getting to sleep, especially at the end of busy days. But there must just have been something about this experience. Maybe it was because she was so far out of her comfort zone that she was still adjusting. Entirely likely. Again, it had only been two days of classes. She hadn't even experienced a full week's normal scheduling to better understand the days ahead of her and how the term was going to lay out.

Whatever the reason, she had to deal with the fact now that she wasn't sleeping. As she climbed the spiral staircase down into the common room, she quickly scanned to see if there was anyone else there. There didn't appear to be. She looked around as she reached the bottom, and began to follow her nose around the room, just looking and exploring.