Bookbag still slung over her shoulder from miserable stupid Dark Arts, Hannah was grateful to stop in the Great Hall to fill her small nighttime teapot with tea, don its cozy, and stuff a napkin with a finger sandwich, small bunch of grapes, and two chocolate biscuits. There was something that made the double period just a bit more bearable, knowing that she would get out and be able to have tea with Neville.
Hannah climbed the stairs, napkin in hand and teapot levitating carefully before her, until she reached the little alcove where he was already waiting. "Sorry," she said, puffing stray hair out of her face with a breath blown upward, settling herself and her things around her. "Went to the loo before I got tea."