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When Hannah woke up, Chris  was still by her side. She stood up to go to her dormitory. Chris roused. “Where are you going?” Chris stood up sleepily, stretched, and yawned. 

“I thought you were asleep.” Hannah sniffed and hugged her arms.

“I was. Until you got up.”

“Are you flirting with me?” Hannah looked shocked.

“Maybe.”

“I’m sorry. I’m going to bed.”

“Mind if I walk you to your dorm?”

Hannah wore a  mischievous smile. “Sure. Why not. Mind if I walk ahead?”

“Not at all, love, not at all.”

“What did you call me?” Hannah snapped.

“Nothing, nothing.” 

“That’s what I thought.”

Hannah started to walk up the staircase. She was almost to her landing when Chris started to climb. By the time Hannah got to her landing Chris had only gone up a few steps. Suddenly, the stairs turned into a large stone slide. George as slid down he screamed. Every girl peaked out of their dormitory. Every one was laughing their heads off. “I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in the tower was woken up,” one of the fourth-years tried to say between laughs. “Who tried to come up?” some else asked. “Chris  Perry, a first-year,”  Hannah replied.  That’s when the questions started coming. “Why are you still in your robes?” “Why were you on the landing?” “Were you still in the common room at this hour?” “How did you know who the boy was?” “What’s that in your hand?”

Tears started to well up in Hannah’s eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Hannah ran to her bed and cried herself to sleep. 

 

 

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