Stumbling on the stairs, Rose tripped and fell. Banging her knees, she hissed in pain before hobbling to her feet. Maloys really were nothing but trouble. Limping up to Abigail, Rose was getting very tired of all this. This was way too much for the reclusive girl, who was getting close to the point where she was going to break down and cry.

"That one."

Pointing it out, she hoped the blonde would turn around and leave now. But the Slytherin girl just stood there, waiting, even as Rose waited for her to leave. Contrary to Abigail's thoughts about her part of her dorm, her bed was carefully made and the area surrounding it immaculate. She took after her mother in her cleanliness.

"Are you going to go now?"