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Who: Hannah Abbott & Charlie Weasley
What: Coming out of hiding
When: Wednesday, September 11th, 4am or so
Where: Room in the dungeons, the halls, room of requirement
Rating: TBA
Status: In Progress

Hannah awoke earlier then usual, the air of despair that had surrounded her for the past three months strangely absent. She wondered, not for the first time, if she really meant that little to people that they hadn't come looking for her in all that time. She was filled with a sense of purpose. She had to find Charlie, prove herself, and make sure no one could hurt him.

The door swung open of it's own accord, and Hannah got to her feet, feeling weak in a way she hadn't the entire time she'd been in the room. She was starving, but looking down at the shredded negligee and soiled track pants she wore, she knew she was in no fit state to be seen in the kitchens, let alone the Great Hall.

The journey back upstairs to her room almost did her in, and as she neared it she grasped the worn troll tapestry. If only she had something, anything to eat, she'd be okay...

As if on cue, a door appeared on the opposite wall, and Hannah stumbled through it, landing hard on the ground, or at least it would have been hard, had it not been covered with cushions. A low table was beside her head, bearing a plate of croissants and danishes, and Hannah began to stuff them blindly into her mouth until she was sated. She fell back against the cushions, closing her eyes for a moment and enjoying the feeling of fullness.

When she got to her feet, she found a small bathroom had appeared, and she gladly stripped away her ruined clothes and began to wash the dirt and oil from her skin and hair.

Her heart caught in her throat as she stepped out, wrapped in a fluffy towel, and found a pair of men's jeans and a button up shirt that looked suspiciously like something Charlie would wear. There was also a pale peach lace bra and panties which felt strange under the masculine outfit, a pair of ankle boots, and a thick wool coat.

Feeling sufficiently human again, Hannah left the room with a smile of thanks, although it was a pity it couldn't make Charlie appear - he was what she really needed. Leaning against the wall opposite her room, or at least what she remembered it being, Hannah tapped her wand casually against the leg of her jeans, waiting for the rest of the castle to stir. She looked content, as if she didn't know (or didn't care) that they were trapped. Had she even noticed Minerva was dead, she would have borne it with a shrug and a simple C'est la vie.