Bella is up at seven the next morning. "If you want a nap," she says as she changes into her robes, "I don't need to be back in the room till ten, but then you'd miss breakfast."
Bella goes and sits with him. Sherlock can come too. Hash browns, om nom nom. "Morning!"
"Yeah, Sherlock, are you going to be okay in classes, you've been up all night even if you got sleep before that," muses Bella.
"You're behind in Charms at least, unless you spent last night catching up. I sleep pretty soundly, by the way, if you wind up spending a lot of time in our room while I'm asleep you can cast spells just fine after I've dropped off."
Bella finishes her hash browns. "Magical defense," she announces, and off she and Feral go.
She sighs, and goes to catch up with Feral. "We get to practice when we're ready," she reports.
"Well, if we start learning hexes practiced on each other, or anything you'd have to sit out," Bella says, "but the Transfig' teacher doesn't stop handing everyone else mice just because you won't work with them, right?"