Evanna groaned after feeling her hair being tugged at. Opening her eyes, she looked to the side to see Nesrin holding a lock of her hair in her hands. Blinking, her mind caught up with her as her sleep-filled daze slowly disintegrated. Nesrin beamed at her while she sat up. The sun was yet to rise, but the early mornings were starting to become more manageable. At least she did not try to stab anyone within a meter of her when she woke up.
