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Winifred lay silently in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of her dorm-mates breathing.
"Meow."
She turns on her side to see her tiny, toyger cat Tiger sitting on the windowsill, gazing longingly out the window. It was still dark outside, but the morning sun had just started to touch across the sky, bringing with it the faintest amount of pink and orange early morning sunlight. It could not have been much later than five-thirty or six O'clock in the morning, which meant the other students -- especially the older ones with more classes -- would be getting up soon.
Winifred sighed as she climbed out of bed and began to dress quietly, careful not to wake her dorm-mates. When she was finished she grabbed her wand and bag off the top of the trunk at the foot of her bed. "Come on, Tiger," she called in a muffled whisper as she started to leave. The cat meowed as he jumped off the windowsill and followed after her.
As she entered the cold dungeon common room, Winifred noticed that the common room was empty save for two girls who appeared to be only a year or two younger than her who were sitting together in a pair of armchairs, cuddling a very disgruntled-looking tabby cat. Seeing this, Winifred laughed as Tiger quickly jumped on the highest part of the mantle he could get as he seemed to scowl at the pair of young girls allthewhile, as though daring them to try and cuddle him like that.
As she entered the Great Hall -- which was only just starting to fill up with students, most of whom were older than her -- Winifred eyed the Slytherin table, she took note of the two Seven Year boys who were already present there. She didn't know them personally, but she was pretty sure of what they're names were, although she never actually spoken to them in all her time at Hogwarts. She sat down at the table, a little ways away from them, but still close so that she could overhear them talking.
She began to spoon some porridge into a bowl silently.