Terpsichore winced as her stiff neck cracked. She’d been working for hours on her newest creation, but it was nowhere near complete.

“You’ll kill yourself, slaving away at this.” RicJames82 approached and massaged her shoulders; Terpsichore closed her eyes and sighed.

“It’s important,” she replied. “A fictive exegesis of the themes of Book 5, through the lens of–“

“Shh.” He inhaled her hair-scent. “It’ll wait. Other things demand your attention.”

“Like what?”

“How did I get here?” said Draco Malfoy. “Where are my trousers?”

“You’re writing metafanfic again, aren’t you,” sighs Cal, behind her.

“Nothing!” says Jeannie, trying to switch windows.