Clawing her way back towards the land of the living, Briallen groaned as she cracked her eyelids open and flinched at the stabbing pains of the morning light filtering through. She slowly and carefully turned her head to the side over to where Hermione was still sleeping in the bed next to her and let out a sigh of relief. Her attention was diverted by the sight of Petunia stepping over, "Good morning. You do know that you’re going to be grounded until you’re thirty, right?" The smirk on her aunt’s face belied the serious tone in her voice.