Gryffindor Tower

Gryffindor Tower
hogwarts tower

Behind the Fat Lady is the rest of Gryffindor Tower. A large hearth sits in the middle of the common room with scarlet couches and chairs aplenty, draped in throws and miscellaneous things left behind by messy students. A few tables are scattered about where students can continue their studies or play a round of chess.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

The sun isn't up yet but Maya's sleep schedule is *fucked*. She's been jetlagged ever since coming back from America. She had gone home for the Easter Holidays because her parents asked her to, only to find out it was to make sure someone was at home while the two of them took a break from work to go to Bali. Normally, the Crawfords wouldn't care but they were renovating part of their lot to have a home gym and they were wary of leaving with all the construction workers going in and out of the property. Maya doesn't know what made her parents think she was responsible enough to oversee that, but they must've really wanted to get away and couldn't find anyone else willing to work on holiday, she guesses. Whatever. It's not like Maya *wanted* to go to Bali – she's *been* to Bali already, she can *go* to Bali whenever she wants. It's *not* a big deal. Walking down the stairs after Lulu complained about the light shining from Maya's bed and the noise coming from all the videos she's watching (even with earphones – apparently *some* people need dead silence to sleep), Maya decides to just go to the common room and stay there until she's sleepy enough to just pass out.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Something had gotten into her roommates. All of them were chatty and rowdy and even though it was well past midnight, they wanted to go on about their holidays. Gryffindors, she supposes. All talkative and loud. She couldn't sleep nor focus on studying because they were always creeping over to her and getting into her space, pestering her with stupid questions. When they changed the subject to *boys*, she decided she was done with them for the night. They usually get along, but she was starting to feel more and more out of place. Coming back to Hogwarts after being alone in her room at home for *weeks* has clearly been a difficult transition for her. With a blanket and some books, she climbs down the staircase into the common room to slink into one of the couches when she notices Maya. It's almost perfect, but she does *really* want sleep. "Hey, M- *girly*," she says a bit mockingly, flipping her wrist out and wiggling her fingers as she slouches into the seat beside her. She smiles, but a look of concern washes upon her. She too looks tired - eyes worn and dark - but the other girl looks rough. She's stunning still in this state, but Chrys is 'less observant of that sort of thing.' "What are you doing awake so late?"

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"Jet-lagged." she replies immediately, fixing her hair and smoothing down her pajamas. She can't look like a mess in front of ~~Chrys~~ *anyone*. The very idea of looking anything less than gorgeous when other people are around is a big no-no. "I think I might just cut all my classes tomorrow and have Sarai say I'm sick. She's nice so the teachers like her more than Phyia or Lulu, I think." She giggles a little, then immediately moves to the couch Chrys is on so that she can be nearer to her. "You?" she asks, "It's like, 4AM. *You* should be taking better care of yourself."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Is it really 4AM? Chrys taps her phone screen and lets her jaw slide down at the sight of the little analogue clock. Merlin, she has some words for her roommates tomorrow. "Roommates are being pests," she says simply, letting out a small sigh and slipping her books down onto the floor. She isn't fussed over her appearance like Maya is. She posted a photo on Witchagram ~~today~~ yesterday that gave her enough reassurance that she's pretty and being in her pajamas doesn't change that. "This *is* me taking care of myself," she adds, adjusting how the blanket lays across her lap and offering part of it over to Maya. "As long as you copy their notes afterwards, you will be fine missing a day. It looks like you need it. Now, here, take this." She waves the piece of cloth with a bit of a stern, concerned look before wiggling herself into the couch cushion.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya has never had any regard for personal space so she takes her portion of the blanket right away and as a result ends up quite close to Chrys, resting her head on the other girl's shoulder. "Do I really look that bad?" she asks, the tone of her voice making it obvious she's pouting. She lets out a little 'hmph' as she begins to process how warm Chrys is. It isn't cold, but it just feels... really nice in this position. "What are you doing up so late, hm?"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

She raises an eyebrow, peering down at her as best as she can given their current position before giving up and resting her head on Maya's. Chrys smiles before biting her lip to hold back laughter. "Maya, you already asked. Are you sure you don't need to sleep?" she asks, closing her eyes after a minute. If they weren't going to sleep, she could at least rest her eyes while the other girl isn't looking at her. "And you look amazing always, uh, jet-lagged or not." Her accent becomes more apparent as she stumbles over the word *jet-lagged*, but it's clear what the word is and that's all that matters. She isn't embarrassed.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Oh, she *did* ask already, didn't she? Maya feels her face get a bit warm; luckily Chrys can't see much due to the way they're positioned on the couch. Besides, any shame she feels seems to have evaporated. Maya's senses are currently caught up in how good Chrys' hair smells as the other girl leans her head on top of hers. "Sorry, sorry." she giggles, "I meant – why are your roommates being annoying? And I *promise*, I don't need sleep. I can sleep at like – " Maya yawns. "6AM." She smiles, a bit embarrassed. "I swear I'm fineeeee."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrys sighs and smiles, eyes still closed as she listens intently. "Are you *trying* to sort out your sleep schedule? It does *not* sound like it," she says a bit pointedly, eyebrows furrowing as she turns her head slightly down towards Maya's. "My roommates are chatting a, uh, storm about their Easter holidays and these boys they are supposedly talking to." Her tone sounds a bit jealous, but she isn't really. Boys are nice, but she has no reason to *want* to pursue them. She doesn't want to at all. Boys are just distractions from her academics. Already tried it (barely). "Girls are so annoying sometimes..."

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"It'll fix itself on its own." she says dismissively. It has to at *some* point, and it's so hard actively trying to improve her own habits, Maya thinks. "So I guess that rules out me telling you about the boy *I'm* talking to you?" she asks. Though there *is* someone, he's boring and she doesn't really see herself gushing about him to Chrys or any of her friends, really. She feels like he'll make a good friend, though! "Just kidding, just kidding." she giggles, "How was *your* holiday, then? Boring without me?" She smirks.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

The thought of listening to Maya discuss whichever boy she's talking to is somehow more painful than hearing it from any of her roommates. She huffs a heavy sigh and rolls her eyes despite them being closed. Chrys lifts her head off of Maya's when she giggles and then lets it fall slowly again once she isn't shaking as much. "Terribly boring," she lies with a mocking tone. "My *père* took us on a work holiday to Costa Rica. We found, eh, dozen treehopper imagines. More nymphs of course. Cute little bugs." Although Chrys has slowly lost her interest in insects, her father's career still intrigues her and she would do anything to go back to being a little child, always on adventures with him. "Here," she opens her eyes and pulls her phone from her pocket, finding a photo she took and passing it over to the other girl. "How was yours?"

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya swipes through the pictures of the little creatures and while she supposes they *could* look cute, the idea of being up close to either of them is kind of freaky. What if they *bite* her? What if they're *poisonous*? Still, Chrys doesn't look too bothered at all by the idea of being near these insects, and Maya is a *Gryffindor*. That means she should be brave about these things so that Chrys won't think she's lame. "Cute!" she manages to say, as she looks up at the phone, looking at Chrys instead as she talks about her break. "Mine was *boring*." she says, "My parents told me to go back home because they were going to Bali, so I super psyched myself up for it, right? Then it turned out *they* were going to Bali; they just wanted me to look after the house while it's being renovated." She rolls her eyes. "Whatever. It's not like a trip to the beach with my *parents* would have been very fun anyway."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrys had gone to the beach with her parents in Costa Rica and personally saw nothing wrong with it. Her parents have always been more like friends to her anyways. Maybe that isn't the best relationship to have with your parents, but she still has discipline. "Oh, isn't that horrible?" she scrunches up her nose for a moment before taking in Maya's facial expression and trying to decide how she was feeling. "I'm sorry, Maya. I would've...I don't know." Her parents would never do something like that, so she can't even fathom what her response would be. It's difficult trying to picture something like that. "Next time you should send me an owl and then we can have a long sleepover or something." Chrys smiles down at the other girl, making an attempt to lighten the mood.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

After hearing Chrys' reaction, it suddenly occurs to Maya that not *everyone* has shitty parents so maybe she shouldn't be so nonchalant about it. "It's okay! I'm used to it." she says, before realizing that's not going to do anything to alleviate the other girl's concern. "Like, it's *reallyyyy* not a big deal and I had a lot of fun on my own anyway. I was able to make good friends with my neighbor. He's actually the guy I'm talking to right now. I thought I was into him 'cause he's kinda cute, but it turns out we're much better as friends!" She grins. "And you're right, next time you should definitely come over! Or I can go to you! I don't mind taking portkeys so I can go over to your place, but if you'd rather come over to mine, my parents don't really care about who I invite over or when. So it can be anytime you like, really!"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

At the mention of Maya talking to a boy, she holds in a sigh and tilts her head away, reaching a hand towards the other girl's cheek to motion for her to rest her head down again. She's beautiful and...Chrys thinks she could look at her forever, but she has to refrain from rolling her eyes at this *kinda cute* boy and she doesn't want her to see that. "So, you two are still talking, but...you're better as friends? Have you told him that yet?" Her tone is a bit uninterested (she's already gone through this with her roommates upstairs), but she does care to listen to Maya. "We *should* hang out a lot this summer. We can go to each other's houses and everything. We can meet each other's parents... I think mine would really adore you. Maybe you should learn some French. They would really like that I think." She's never brought home a friend that wasn't French or Belgian, so of course they were speaking French to her parents, but Chrys knows they would be rather impressed by an American spitting some French at them. Not that Maya needs to try to impress them. Chrys finds her plenty impressive as she is. In fact, the thought makes her heart melt a little and she isn't sure why. "We've talked about it before I think. Obviously you don't have to. You're wonderful how you are," she reminds her.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Hearing someone as fantastic as Chrys say that she's fine just the way she is makes her heart flutter a bit, and she instinctively moves her head when Chrys adjusts her position as if she's unwilling for the two to be separated. "I *have* told him! I don't like leading people on. He's really nice, so he said it was fine! 'Sides, I don't think I could handle long-distance and he's all the way in *America*, so it's not like anything would've happened, you feel?" she says. Maya loves talking to people and she knows she can get a bit too overexcited and talkative, but talking to Chrys is just so much better than talking to most other people, so she can't help but go off. "And I'd love to meet your parents! I'm pretty sure mine would like you, too. You're really smart and a lot more responsible than I am." She laughs softly. "You should come to one of their fancy dinners. Be my plus one."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

When Maya moves with her and their heads are resting against one another again, she smiles and her hand falls back down underneath the blanket. She closes her eyes, but knows she won't fall asleep. She doesn't want to although she also really, really does. She needs sleep, but *Maya*...the one American she can stand. Not like she knows very many. *Ugh, les États-Unis.* Hopefully she doesn't go there after graduation. That would shatter her, she thinks, but only because she doesn't know why anyone would want to be there instead. "Don't say that. We are just, eh, smart in different ways. Enjoying reading isn't the end-all of intelligence," she says quietly. "I think you are plenty smart and responsible. I trust you. They do too or else they wouldn't have let you watch the house," Chrys makes an attempt at reason. "I *love* fancy dinners. My Beauxbatons friends were very, eh, *aristocratique*. Their families put on brilliant displays of wealth. Fascinating." She misses them a little bit. During the lonelier months over the holidays, she wanted to reach out, but failed to have the heart to. It isn't really her responsibility with how everything ended anyways.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"Ooh, your Beauxbatons friends." she says, perking up at the mention. Chrys has never really talked about them before. "What were they like? Am I prettier?" she's teasing and emphasizes it with a small nudge. "Do you miss them?" she asks, more seriously. "You don't talk about them very often."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

"No," she answers quickly, shaking her head slightly before realizing she was knocking her head against Maya's. She mumbles a quick apology and turns her head slightly to kiss the top of her forehead before continuing, not thinking much of it. Her friends at Beauxbatons would kiss each other all of the time. "We stopped being friends a couple months before the term ended. It's why I transferred, but before then, they were great. One of their father's worked for a famous French robe designer and so we got a couple modeling gigs for their youth line." It doesn't matter much to her now that she lost that. She is fine with not being the prettiest Witchagram girl. No, not true, but she's okay with being second place. "You're way prettier than any of them, yes."

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya feels her face get a bit hot when Chrys says she's prettier than all of them. Maya *knows* she's prettier than most people, so she wasn't really looking for an answer to her question, but hearing Chrys say it makes her heart flutter a bit more than when she usually receives the compliment. "That's so fun!" she says, after Chrys tells her about her old friends. "Being friends with the daughter of a *robe designer* must be so thrilling – I'm so sorry to hear you guys aren't that close anymore. I barely keep in touch with my friends from Ilvermorny either." In fairness, her friends from Ilvermorny got her kicked out. "What happened with you guys?" she asks, "You don't have to tell me! Buuut, you *can* if you want to."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

She feels a tenseness run through her body, but she doesn't move as to avoid disturbing Maya. "Just girly things. A, eh, *querelle*. Quarrel?" she frowns and opens her eyes again, lifting her hands from underneath her blanket to clash her fists together. It's the best way of showing her thoughts. She feels so...sluggish. "Eh, I thought there was a thing between me and her, the one with the famous father. It turns out I just really wanted to be like her, but things got complicated and she was weirded out by this rumor...Eh, yes, that's it. I would rather leave it there."

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

She frowns because it sounds like Chrys is really bothered, and also because Maya *really* wants to know more about whatever happened. Not to mention, that thing about a rumor that sounds pretty horrible considering the way Chrys is saying it. She takes her hand from under the blanket to rest it on Chrys' firsts gently, laying it back down on her lap, taking one hand into Maya's own. "We can drop it." she says. "Whatever happened, it's all good now, right? It brought you here to me." she says lightly, "I wouldn't get weirded out by anything you did."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Her heart seems to melt when Maya grabs her hands and she lifts one of hers out from underneath in order to place it on top of the other girl's. She is unwilling to fight her brain at the moment. She knows somewhere that those feelings were genuine and her worst fear is developing similar ones for Maya and ruining things, but she chooses to believe her. "It *did*. I am really, really glad we have each other, yeah?" she says, staring down at their hands and lifting them to admire how they fit together before she catches herself and lets them go. Chrys tucks her hands underneath the blanket again. "I wouldn't get weirded out by you ever. You could...bathe in fondue with orange and green hair and a *pitre* nose and you would still be one of my best friends."

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

That makes her burst out into laughter; the very idea of what Chrys just described. "That's incredibly specific." she teases, glad that the mood seems to have lifted just a little bit. "What does *pitre* mean?" she asks, trying to copy the pronunciation to the best of her ability. Feeling a bit cold, she moves in closer to Chrys to a comfier position. "I'm also *really* glad we have each other." she says, "You're much better than any of my old friends, too."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrys laughs with her because even though she doesn't find it too funny, Maya's laugh is contagious. It's hard not to be happy and giddy when she is. She frowns at the question because she would have just said it if she could have though of it quick enough. She pulls out her phone and uses Seeker translate. "Eh, *clown*?" She holds her hand in front of her nose and pretends to squeeze an imaginary ball. "A clown nose," she finishes before clicking her phone and turning it facing down in her lap. After a moment, she adds, "I wish we could room together. I think you would be a much better roommate than the others I have."

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"You can always just sneak into mine!" she offers, her whole face lighting up at the idea. "Phyia, Sarai, and Lulu all *love* you. Or at least they *will* love you because I love you and they have no choice." she says, "And there are only four beds, but we can just share, yeah? Like now! This is comfy, right?" To emphasize her point, she snuggles a bit closer. "It'll be fun. You can sleepover whenever you want!"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrys ponders that for a moment and of course she lets Maya snuggle in closer to her. She doesn't mind until she realizes...she can't confuse things. She stays still, not wanting to make her feel guilty because she genuinely doesn't have a problem with the close contact. She just thinks she should. "I don't know. I don't think Professor Jeon would approve of that." And she's seen the Gryffindor Prefect. She seems like a stickler to her. Isn't she a princess? "I can always visit though?" She smiles slightly, but it's clear she feels bad.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

She pouts. "It's not like Professor Jeon will find out." she whines into Chrys' shoulder. "But okay fine, we don't have to break any rules if you don't want to." Normally Maya would insist, but this might be important to Chrys so she doesn't want to make her uncomfortable. "I just really like spending time with you, y'know? You're, like, one of my favorite people! And if you're around, Lulu will be less likely to lecture me about my part of the room being so messy, I think." She smiles. "But yeah, I just *really* love hanging out with you. And I barely get to see you because we're not in the same year."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Her nose scrunches up at the thought of Maya's part of the room being a mess. She's a very clean and organized person. Certainly Lulu would have nothing to complain about if she was around because she would make sure it got tidied up. Maybe Maya had people cleaning up after her at home too, but she doesn't ask. "We can spend time together *all* of the time as long as we're not in class..." Speaking of, she should check the time, but she doesn't want to touch her phone to see. "We see each other at meals and at practice. I know we don't really *talk* during practice, but we can see each other and that just makes me really happy on its own." Chrys reaches over to grab the other girl's hand again, giving it a light squeeze. "Besides, it doesn't really matter if we're together or not while we sleep because we're, well, sleeping. And we won't know once we're asleep."

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya frowns. "I guess you're right." she says, dropping a kiss on Chrys' shoulder affectionately before readjusting her position. "I think sleeping would be a lot comfier next to each other, though." she says, "Right now feels really nice. But I guess I'm just extremely touch-starved or whatever." She smiles a little so it's obvious she's joking. "I just really like you." she says, and she means it platonically of course – what other way could it possibly be taken? "And I love our friendship, so I'm sorry if that makes me really clingy."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

The tips of her ears start to heat up after the small kiss is placed upon her shoulder and she squirms slightly, but hides it well under the guise of simply repositioning with her. "I don't mind at all," she says simply, voice a bit airy before she lets out an onslaught of tired giggling. "Are you sure you're not getting tired by now?" Chrys is tired, but she will stay up for as long as Maya does. She gives her energy. The same kind of energy that makes you never want to sleep because you could spend a lifetime chatting with someone. "Maybe sleeping out here together will make you sleepier..?" It's a loaded suggestion, but she thinks nothing of it. No feelings behind it except she really cares about her friend's sleep schedule.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

She *does* feel a lot more at peace resting here next to Chrys, and she wants to suggest that Chrys go back up to her dorm with her but the other girl has unfortunately made her stance on that clear. "Maybe." she says, closing her eyes. "You can wake me up when you're gonna leave and I can move back to my dorm." she adds, "Just say bye before going okay? I'll be sad if I wake up and you're gone." She begins mumbling her words a bit, the sleepiness getting to her.

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Chrys pulls away, shifting and nudging at the other girl's hip so they can both lay down. "*Bouge toi*. Move, you can sleep on top. I'm bigger," she says absentmindedly before they are both able to get comfortable. When Maya's head rests down on her chest, she lets out a small sigh and closes her eyes. "*Ne t'inquiète pas*... We will get you to your dorm tomorrow morning. I promise." Reflexively, she leans to place a small kiss on the other girl's head again, but she hesitates and lets her head back down against one of the couch pillows.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya is far too sleepy to even ask what any of the French means, instead closing her eyes and taking in the feeling of being able to rest so comfortably with someone she feels so safe with. She falls asleep with a smile on her face and drifts off, mumbling a quick "*love you*" before she finally succumbs to sleep.
Maya wakes a bit once she hears people begin to enter the common room. She opens her eyes and has trouble adjusting to the light, before closing her eyes shut again and trying to recall just why her sleep was so peaceful. When she finally manages to open her eyes a bit, she sees Chrys' face and turns bright red once she slowly begins to remember the details of her dream last night. Not wanting to cause any alarm, she promptly adjusts her position again to hide her face so that Chrys doesn't see the way she blushes. She buries her face in her Chrys' hair, which serves as an to realize that Chrys smells *so* nice – Maya's noticed that before, but for some reason thinking about it now makes her all flustered. It makes sense though that she'd dream about Chrys like that, right? She fell asleep on top of her after all so it's just natural for her brain to make that association.

She suddenly realizes she doesn't want Chrys to be late for class and adjusts her position so that she's seated, smiling sleepily at some people passing by. "Hey," she manages to say, her throat a lot dryer than she thought it would be. She clears her throat a bit, turning to face Chrys. "Hey. Thank you for um – " For someone who normally has a lot to say, Maya is suddenly losing all her words. "For letting me rest on you! That was really nice." she says, "But I can go back to my dorm now! And you can go to class. And – yeah."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

She stirs for a moment, pushing a hand into her face to get rid of the sunlight. "*Bounjour, cherie*," she mumbles, visibly not too much of a morning person. When she begins to finally wake, she lets her hand fall onto her chest and she stares back at Maya with sleepy eyes. "It's okay. It's just Muggle Studies, Maya..." Now that she is laying here, she doesn't really want to go to class. Maybe it is just because she wasn't able to get that much sleep, but also it was so nice having her friend's head laying on her chest. Something seems off with her actually and a small worry builds in her chest as she pushes herself up. "Is everything okay?"

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

"Everything's okay." Maya says immediately, not wanting to worry Chrys at all. She leans in and places a small kiss on Chrys' forehead like Chrys always does to her as if on reflex, then prays she isn't blushing like mad. "I just didn't want you to be late for class." she says, which is technically true. "Academics aren't that important to me, but they're important to *you*, and *you're* important to me..." She suddenly gets lost in thought. As a friend, right? Chrys is important to her... as a friend? One of her best friends, in fact. "So I don't want you to be late or miss anything."

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

Her face gets heated when Maya kisses her, but she just pouts sleepily and leans in to engulf the other girl in a hug. "You are *so* important to me too," she mumbles back before pulling away and rolling off of the couch. Once she's on the floor, she rubs at her eyes and sighs. "It's just Muggle Studies. I don't want to go." Chrys tilts her head back into Maya's lap with the same pout. "I should go...but maybe thirty minutes more? I don't need makeup for Muggle Studies. No one is cute in that class." Her face scrunches up and she rolls her eyes dramatically before closing them and starting to doze already.

Maya Crawford

begonia, seventh year
paintedred

Maya feels a bit of concern bubble in her chest. Sometimes she sees Chrys in make-up; does that mean there are cute people in her other classes? Are they cuter than her? She shakes the thoughts from her head and smiles fondly at the sleepy girl on the floor, standing to extend a hand to help her up. "We can go to your dorm then you can nap there." she says, "A bed would be much comfier than the floor and I can wake you up in thirty minutes." Maya's body is honestly exhausted but she doubts she can get any sleep with the way her head is reeling. "And if any of your annoying roommates try to talk to you, I'll cast a silencing charm on them so you don't get disturbed!"

Chrysanthemum von Mirbach

gryffindor, sixth year
ateleia

"Okay, okay..." Chrys nods politely before sighing and standing up, reaching her hands out to hoist Maya up off of the couch. Her eyes briefly flicker up towards the other people in the common room, some of which are eyeing them oddly, before they fall back on the other girl. "Did you sleep okay? Are you not tired?" She smiles, but her eyes are glazed over and tired. Once they're both standing, she takes the blanket and throws it over her shoulders, tying their arms together to start heading towards their dormitories.