By the Fireplace (A Christmas Mishap) | Sammie & Lia
The Gryffindor common room was safe and snug, with first years curled in comically over-sized armchairs, couples nestled together on the couch, and the fire warming all. Sammie himself was strewn across an ottoman, head dropped off the side, and sound asleep. “Leave me to die,” he murmured as he began to slip dangerously from his position. “The anteater is here.” He grew closer and closer to falling until the words “flee” were muttered and he fell, completely and ungracefully, to the floor with an oof.
“Eurgh,” Sammie said, rather eloquently. And then: “Sparf. Georugh.” He sat up, rubbing his head and blinking his eyes, and looked around the common room to see who had witnessed what he would later refer to as His Fall From Heaven. His eyes landed on a few first years, who regarded him with bizarre looks (he responded with a friendly wave). Other than that, he appeared to be safe, so Sammie repositioned himself on the floor and blinked his eyes shut once more.