The dull lighting of your boarding school's library served no purpose other than to make you more drowsy. That's what it felt like, at least. Your head slowly drooped down for what felt like the millionth time and you groan, running a hand through your hair. Your assignment was due tomorrow... but surely a nap couldn't hurt, right? You lay your head on the desk in your arms, and close your eyes, basically immediately falling asleep.

When you come to, you wake up in another house's common room. What the fuck? You sit up on an armchair next to the fireplace, your limbs stiff and aching from the position you were sleeping in. "Morning, sleepyhead." You hear someone from the armchair to the left of you say.