"Oh, we're clear," she agreed, laughing. "As long as you're clear that I've got first claim on the loo." She headed across the room for her toothbrush and the toilet, not necessarily in that order, and took a minute afterward to run a brush through her hair. It was everywhere some mornings. Maybe she should plait it, or something...
She washed her hands, then headed back into the bedroom, picking up her clothes from the evening before off the chair and starting to dress. "We didn't eat all those scones yesterday, did we? They'd make a nice breakfast, with tea..." She shivered a bit; it wasn't nearly as warm as being in the bed, and she rummaged in Neville's wardrobe for a jumper.