Well, no. Cora has come to his room to mope. And to hide from her best friend. But mostly to mope and steal his pillows.

It seemed like a solid plan at the time.

She laughs when his room proceeds to start cleaning itself (wizards) and hums a quiet bar of 'Spoonful of Sugar' to herself, waggling her fingers at his dresser in an approximation of imaginary magic. The whole thing never ceases to be incredibly neat. No matter how many times she sees it.

"Yup! Almost," she grins, rueful and amused. "Then I get t'deal with the whole fallout from not wantin' to go to Uni. S'gonna be totally awesome."