She’d gone straight to her room, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her clothes were damp and she still had a towel wrapped around her hair; she must have looked absolutely insane. Thank Merlin, she had been able to apparate from inside the lobby and hadn’t had to walk out into the London streets looking like this. Sighing, she changed out of her clothes into her normal sleeping attire, an oversized hoody that smelled like a certain blonde whose taste still lingered on her lips.