At least the apartment had somewhat cooled off while she was gone. Malfoy had been right, she was exhausted and her magic was depleted. Stopping in the bathroom, she quickly decided she didn’t have the energy to shower and settled for wiping the dirt and sweat off her skin with a warm washcloth. Picking up her dirty clothes from the floor, she separated the sweatshirt putting the rest of the clothes in the hamper. She slipped the sweatshirt back overtop of her slightly cleaner body, before stepping back out into the hallway. 