Meredith was walking up the stairs to go her room when she heard someone in the common room. She walked in curiously and found Harper on the couch. The blonde frowned at his dripping clothes and comforter. She then put the pieces together and sighed. âWhatâd she do now?â Meredith sighed, knowing that her roommate probably was to blame for this. She sat down on the arm of the couch and looked over the state of the boy. âDonât you think itâd be wiser to dry yourself up before you go to sleep? You might get sick you know, itâs common knowledge.â
 Looking up sharply at the voice, Harper felt a small hint of recognition as he looked at the blonde. âFlooded the place. God only knows why.â He said, frowning hard. He watched her approach, refusing to budge from his spot and give up his pouting until she spoke again. Quickly, he got to his feet, swearing under his breath. âFuck, youâre right.â And god, how stupid was he? Letting himself get so caught up in his whining that he didnât consider how easily he could catch cold from all this.
 âI canât... All my stuff is wet, I donât have anything to change into...â
