Here's a snippet from a fic I'm working on (as you'll notice, I haven't done anything about SpaG yet. Sorry for that):
Harry's sock-clad toes sunk into the thick, red carpet, as he carefully crept across the common room, hidden under hos cloak. There were only a few students there; a couple snogging in one of the window niches, a few fifth yeras playing Exploding Snap in the sofas and Hermione in her favourite armchair with a book. He waited for a few minutes next to the portrait hole, making sure that no one was watching, before pushing it open and slipping into the chilly corridor.
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Here's a snippet from a fic I'm working on (as you'll notice, I haven't done anything about SpaG yet. Sorry for that):
Harry's sock-clad toes sunk into the thick, red carpet, as he carefully crept across the common room, hidden under hos cloak. There were only a few students there; a couple snogging in one of the window niches, a few fifth yeras playing Exploding Snap in the sofas and Hermione in her favourite armchair with a book.
He waited for a few minutes next to the portrait hole, making sure that no one was watching, before pushing it open and slipping into the chilly corridor.