Get up.

You swing your legs out from under the covers, and sit on the edge of your bed, shivering. It's getting well into winter now, and the mornings have been especially cold. You grab your dressing gown from where it lies on the floor, and as you put it on, you slip your feet into warm slippers. Warming up, you look around the room. Your other roommates have already gotten up, and gone to breakfast. You remember them complaining about the Transfiguration you all have to complete. You would have gotten up earlier, too, but you needed the sleep. Last night, there was a meeting for all of the Champions, and after all of the interviews with Rita Skeeter, it was all you could do to make your way back to Gryffindor tower.