"Slippers!" She said, handing Draco a pair of plastic wrapped grippy socks that were puke orange. He looked at them like they might have been made from recycled puke. "The color's not very nice this year, but they're surprisingly comfortable and you can't go around barefoot." He sighed then sat and put the socks on, deftly sending the plastic into the bin by the door. "Back to my room then?" He asked standing, "I don't actually remember where it is. I came down here in a tearing hurry last night." Hermione glanced at her watch again, "yeah. Just gonna say good morning to the shift nurse and let her know about Luna and then I can take you back upstairs. Will Scorpius be ok this morning you think? Or will there be another meltdown?"