Realizing that it was barely an hour after midnight, she retreated back to her bubble of solitude (not counting Moko’s presence). Despite Moko’s best attempts, she was unable to get any of the sleep she had been missing on. She spent the remaining hours of dusk before dawn reading through the letters, all from her soul-bonded, that she’d accumulated within the time span of only a few days. With how...upset she’d been recently, she had taken to snubbing Sirius and Remus every time they tried to contact her. Obviously, the older Marauders hadn’t reacted to that very well. They bombarded Ashley with letters every chance they got, each one increasing in written panic and worry, none of which she had the courage to reply to. What a Gryffindor she was...