Because gym class was her last class of the day, Sansa was tired and sweaty by the time she got back to her dorm. Margaery wasn't in the room yet, so she stripped off her gym clothes and turned on the shower. Stepping in she let the cool water wash off the dirt and grime of the day off.

Feeling refreshed but tired, Sansa collapsed on the couch with nothing but her bath robe covering her. She spread her long auburn hair out on the back of the sofa to dry and soon fell to sleep while the afternoon sun made her hair shine like fire.

Sansa awoke to the sound of music in her ears. She opened her eyes, wiped the sleep away and grew accustomed to the late afternoon light which flooded through the window. Sansa could hear Margaery singing softly. Her voice was sweet and pure like a bird's warble. Sansa sat there on the couch listening to her voice until the water stopped. Margaery came out with hair cascading down her shoulders in a brown tumble.

She noticed that Sansa was awake and made sure thather bathrobe was on tight and plopped down next to her on the couch.

"Gods, this day was long," she stretched her arms over her head and her legs went stiff before her.

"Oh I know, I've already got an essay to write. I have a feeling this will be a long year."

"Well we'll just have to learn to have fun along the way, won't we," she turned her soft brown eyes toward Sansa. She had a small playful smile on her lips.

Sansa smiled," Yeah I guess we will."

Margaery got up.

"Well, I guess I better get ready for the party."

Sansa was shocked to learn that, though they were early, they were not the first to arrive. Joffrey had invited his group of friends up to the room.

"Ah, my lady Sansa and her friend Margaery," said Joffrey. he was reclining on the couch. Sansa noticed that his green eyes had a sparkling look to them in the light of the room.

"So this is who you were talking about, huh," some oily black haired guy said. He was eyeing her with his pale blue eyes.

"Yes Ram," said Joffrey. He got up from the couch and put his arm around Sansa's waist. Sansa could feel a blush rising from her cheeks.

"But I'm afraid she's with me at the moment."

"Oh well," said Ram," Would you like to talk with me, you seem like the intellectual type."

As Margaery sat down Joffrey led her the kitchenette.

"We have Arbor products and milk if your thirsty," he said. He got a glass and put it on the counter and bent over to open the mini fridge.

"If you have a Diet Dr. Gold, I'll take it," she said. She sat down and crossed her arms on the counter trying to look pretty.

Joffrey closed the fridge and poured the drink into the glass.

"We don't have any ice," he said.

"It's okay, I don't like ice in my drinks."

"May I ask why?"

Sansa ran her fingers through her hair," Well when I was a little girl I use to talk most of the time when I was eating and by the the time I got around to drinking, the ice melted and ruined my drinks."

"Huh," was the only response.

After that there's not much to say, it happened much like parties happen. Sansa and Margaery left around midnight by then most of Joffrey's friends were passed out drunk or just being drunk.

When they got to their room, Margaery found Renly and Loras passed out in her bed, cuddling.

"Looks like they had a better night than we," said Margaery, her smile playful on her face.

"Should we wake them?"

Margaery shook her head," I'll get on them tommorow, I'll sleep on the couch."

Margaery went to couch and slipped off her shoes.

"Wait"

Margaery looked at her.

"You can sleep with me for tonight."

Margaery was never one for false modesty," Thanks Sansa, you're a doll."

They got in their pajamas and got in their sides of the bed, Margaery looked as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

"Thanks again Sansa."

"Don't mention it."