Leaning back against the head of her bed, the blonde was engrossed in a textbook on Charms when she heard the door open and looked up with a bright smile to see her absolute favourite person in the world, ever. "Clary fairy!" she returned the greeting cheerfully, moving the textbook to one side as the other girl approached and starting to comb her fingers through her hair. "I missed you today!" And Merlin, had it been a long day, but Kitty wasn't complaining; after all, there was always the chance that tomorrow would be better, and if it wasn't then at least she had Clary to make up for it.

"No, it was all very boring." She sighed melodramatically to make her point before grinning brightly down at her roommate. "In fact, I think I need a hug to make me feel better... I haven't been feeling very well; they wouldn't let me go to class." Which was a great tragedy, of course! Kitty did enjoy the majority of her lessons, and even if she hadn't, it would have been far better to be able to sit with all her friends through class than it had been spending the day in bed all by herself. She was a social creature; she needed people!

"Awww, poor Clary..." The blonde wrapped her arms tightly around her friend, only grudgingly releasing her. "I feel better now, though, so I promise you'll have me next time!" She giggled, flushing pink, as the other girl kissed her cheek, and placed her hands on Clarissa's head, beginning to massage it gently. "Much better." This was why she adored her roommate so much; she was always ready to cheer her up when she'd had a bad day, or a bad week, or even a bad month, although it was Kitty's view that these things all depended on how you looked at them.

She poked the bluenette (yes, it was a word; Kitty had made it up and she was very proud of it) gently on the nose. "Move," she demanded with her best pout, though the effect was somewhat spoiled by the humourous light in her eyes. "I want to come down there and cuddle you properly..." The blonde had to admit that pouting was not something which she counted amongst her many talents, but she was working on it! And working on it meant that you had to practice, and who better to practice with than your best friend?

-- CLARISSA JONES --

Giggling at Clary's wiggling nose, the blonde slid down the bed until she was lying next to the other girl and willingly accepted the invitation that she extended, snuggling up to her fellow Gryffindor and wrapping her arms around her. Kitty was a physical girl; she enjoyed nothing more than cuddling with her friends, and since most of her friends seemed to enjoy it too, or at least hadn't yet managed to bring themselves to protest, she was a very happy lioness for the vast majority of the time, because there was just nothing better!

She leaned in and dotted a kiss on her roommate's nose. "That's for just now," she told her with a grin, giving her an extra squeeze and curling up even closer. "Let's see..." What had happened today? Well, lots of things, probably, but Kitty hadn't seen any of them; in fact, she hadn't seen anything other than a succession of textbooks today, because she well knew that her professors would not forgive her if she managed to fall behind. It was the matron's fault in any case; Kitty had been perfectly prepared to go to class, but then the woman was only doing her job, she knew, and she really couldn't blame her for that.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, suddenly remembering. "I found your missing knickers!"

-- CLARISSA JONES --

The blonde giggled, nestling deeper into the other girl's arms and closing her eyes. She always felt so safe when she was cuddled up with Clary; the Lioness was such a sweetheart, and Kitty knew for a fact that she would never even think of doing anything to hurt her. Of course, she believed the same of all her friends, but Clary was something special, and not just because they'd been sharing a room for years, either, though that did have to come into it. The Metamorphmagus knew all her secrets and just about every detail of her life, not only because Kitty was so atrociously bad at keeping anything to herself but also because she would trust her roommate with her life. It was no exaggeration.

"Why, what's happening later?" she asked innocently, resting her head against the other girl's shoulder. Herself, the blonde had no plans for later save for to carry on with doing exactly what she was doing right now; she was having a wonderful time. "And no, of course I didn't, silly- I think he'd be keeping them in his pocket," she teased. "They were in my Potions book; I think you were using them as a bookmark last time you borrowed it. The white ones with the pink spots and the bow on the front."

-- CLARISSA JONES --

Kitty had to admit that she lived in a more or less constant state of chaos. She always meant well; at the start of each term, all her things were very carefully confined to their proper places and returned there whenever she'd used them, but by two weeks later, everything was all over the place and she had been forced to concede defeat. Every once in a while, she would make a concerted effort to return things to some kind of order, but it never lasted for very long, and generally, the blonde got along quite comfortably in the usual way of things.

She returned the other girl's wink with as straight a face as she could manage. "Why?" she asked, a gently teasing tone in her voice. "Do you think he would?" Personally, she didn't venture to hold an opinion; so long as all her friends were happy, she didn't interfere. She couldn't help but to giggle at the comment which her roommate made; Kitty could not even begin to imagine the professor's face at seeing someone produce their underwear from between the pages of their textbook in the middle of a lesson, but she didn't imagine that it would be a very amusing prospect.

Neither could she help laughing out loud at Clary's next comment. "Very cute," she agreed, patting the part in question with the most solemn expression that she could muster. "Adorable, in fact. But yes, it'd get cold!"

-- CLARISSA JONES --

She closed her eyes, sighing happily, as her roommate played with her hair. Kitty was very fond of her hair, and though she was by no means vain, she did consider it to be her best feature. Others might have preferred her eyes, but as she tended to point out, she couldn't see her eyes without using a mirror, whereas her hair was easily accessible, even if it didn't look quite the same to her as it would do to another person. But, even with that being the case, she never minded people messing around with it; so far as she was concerned, having fun and snuggling up with your friends was far more important than looking immaculate.

"Are you sure?" she teased with a grin, snuggling deeper into the covers beneath her. "I think he was watching you walk down the stairs the other day..." Kitty had in fact seen no such thing and no such thoughts had ever entered her head up until the present moment, but a little lighthearted teasing had never done anyone any harm so far as she knew, and besides, Clary knew her well enough by now not to take it seriously.

Letting out an affronted gasp at her roommate's accusation, the blonde shook her head decisively. "I would never steal your underwear!" she insisted. "Hide it temporarily... maybe, but not steal it. Not even for the sake of your cute bum."

-- CLARISSA JONES --

"But why would he want to be?" So far as Kitty was concerned, there was no more wonderful person in the world than Clary, and though there were some that she ranked as equal, because she didn't like to differentiate between her friends when she could help it, she still maintained that any boy who might hypothetically be looking for someone to cuddle could do no better, however far he looked. On this, she was insistent, and it had to be said that she was something of an expert on that particular subject.

Raising her eyebrows, she said nothing at Clary's protestations- personally, Kitty was convinced that this was just about as far from the truth as it was possible to get, but she did her best not to interfere; certainly she never gave advice. When her friends were happy, she was happy too, and when they were sad, she did her best to cheer them up. After all, their lives were their own, and it wasn't her place to tell them anything. Making suggestions was as far as she was prepared to go.

"I like lots of people," she pointed out, genuine confusion on her face. Did Clary not know by now that Kitty would have liked to be friends with absolutely everyone?

-- CLARISSA JONES --