She bounded out of bed and was showered and dressed in record time. She didn’t feel tired or hungover in the slightest and which puzzled her until she remembered her taste of George’s blood. The night before had definitely been the oddest of her life. She considered calling one of her friends, but didn’t know where to start with an explanation of what had happened, so instead went for a walk by herself until it was time for her tutorial. As always, the beauty of the city soothed her. She brought herself a ham and brie baguette and a coffee, and ate them strolling around the town. Inevitably, she bumped into a few people she knew and had hurried conversations with them, but generally managed to maintain the necessary degree of solitude. It was a crisp and clear day. After a while, the weak winter sun began to hurt her eyes and she hurried back to college, wondering whether this was a side effect of the blood. She went to her tutorial at two. After a few weeks at Oxford, her original terror of the tutorials had mostly worn off, but they were still intensely nerve-wracking affairs.
