It was 4AM. You were tossing and turning in bed, having a hard time sleeping. You heard some sounds outside the bedroom.

Getting up, you opened the door and saw your roommate, MJ, sitting at the dining table with her laptop open, working on a piece for the daily bugle.

She notices you and smiles tiredly, the eye bags under her eyes more prominent. “Hey, did I wake you up?” she asks softly.