Marlene was laying backwards on her bed, a cigarette between her lips and her feet propped up on the wall, white crewsocks warming them from the cold November air.

Dorcas and Mary were on Dorcas' bed, painting their nails, as Lily was reading a book on her bed.

Outside the window, a heavy thunderstorm was seen. The rain drumming on the glass and occasionally the thunder making its presence known.

Their dorm room was the epitome of a group of girls living together. Clothes idly hanging on various surfaces, make-up belonging to anyone on their windowsills and dressers, the bathroom hosting almost the same amount of organised chaos. The room smelt like a vanilla candle Lily had bought last Hogsmeade trip.