Room 328, Friday Evening

Sam had to admit, he was grateful that Zoe had wanted to take Grace to the ball, because it meant he didn't have to try to lie to her and his dad about Dean again, or about his hand. For the moment, he was sprawled out on his bed, hiding in his room and trying to read, but he couldn't stop himself from picking at the bandage he'd put on, and the supposedly mild painkillers he'd taken were stronger than he'd expected, making the words a little blurry.

Stupid Umbridge. He should have let Dean loose on her.

[For the girlfriend!]