[Morning after the rave - Harry]

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Her head hurt and her jaw hurt and, generally, Kate felt like shit as she dragged herself out of the IPD office and headed down the hall toward her room. Danny had done the whole lecture thing, making sure she understood that there would be consequences if she tried to burn anything else down again, but luckily Kate was pretty sure she was done with the whole firebug thing. It obviously wasn't going to end well, no matter what she was trying to burn down.

The night before was coming back to her, crashing into perfect clarity as she remembered all the things she'd done. For the most part, they were good things. She'd had fun and talked to people she loved, and there was Harry, of course. All good things. But she could also remember standing in the rec room, matches in her hand, trying to convince Jeff that burning down the bookshelf would be a good idea.

And now, far too early to be awake, she was doing a very special walk of shame.

All she wanted was to sleep in her own bed and she crept into the room and past the curtain that separated her side from Marshall's when they wanted privacy. Dragging her feet, her hair a tangled mess from the salt water and the night in a holding cell, she stopped beside the bed, looking down at Harry.

"You totally need to move over," she muttered, yanking her t-shirt over her head and trying to nudge him over under the blanket. "I need to lie down for about a thousand years."

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[everyone_takes]

"I can do that," Kate said, pushing her hair off her face again, working her fingers through tangles that felt like they were never going to come out. This was what happened when you got high, went swimming and then spent the night in jail.

"I had lots of practice from my recitals," she said.

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"A trained bower. I'm sure he'll like you now." There was some amusement in his voice, but not a mocking kind. He wasn't sure practice in bowing helped, but he couldn't imagine Buckbeak not liking Kate.

"We'll do it then," he decided, rubbing at a blurry eye with the heel of his hand. "Tomorrow. Or... sometime after a lot of sleep."

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"Lots of sleep," Kate agreed, curling closer to Harry, glad that Marshall was wherever the hell he was for the moment, that they were alone, here, and that they didn't have to go anywhere else until they wanted to. That all that stuff, the bowing and being responsible, that could all be put off until later, until hours of sleep were had. "Next time we'll find a bigger bed," she murmured.