Down at her feet slept her familiar, Crookshanks, who lazily raised his head, cracking open his eyes to glance at her, before settling down again. His tail thumped against the bed, as if he wanted her, too, to sleep again. Instead, she slipped from the bed and covered herself with her lacy robe. She belted it loosely, and tugged at the hem, the fabric gracing her thigh.