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Her arms were sore. As she reached to turn the page of her book, Morgan bit her lip to stifle a grimace. She hadn't wheeled herself around this much since end of term Second Year, and it showed. Her arms had lost some of their definition, and she was struggling to move them. She had nearly cried with relief when classes ended for the day, skipping dinner to head to the Bourke Common Room. Thankfully, it had been wonderfully empty, allowing her to scoot her chair over to her favorite nook, a cool corner of the room. As soon as she'd taken off Roe's vest, she'd offered the dog his chew toy from her bag. The dog had pounced on it playfully, and was currently running clumsily around the common room, throwing his beloved Squishy the bunny around the room. In contrast, Morgan was very still. She had her Defense Against the Dark Arts book in her lap, on top of the blanket she always had on her lap, and was reading through it at a steady clip.