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Brienne of Tarth jerked into consciousness almost violently. She blinked rapidly and took stock of herself. The room she was in was as silent as the grave, and she wondered briefly if she'd been killed. Then memories came flooding back. No, she wasn't dead. She was at Hogwarts. So were Sansa and Arya Stark, so was--the Seven help her--their undead mother who'd almost killed her. And so were the Lannisters. No, no, best not to think about the Lannisters. Especially, she would not think about Jaime, nor of what had happened with him while she was in the queen's body. That way only led to madness.

She checked herself over for injuries. She seemed whole and healthy, except that the boiled leather she wore had a residue of butter and salt that would require cleaning. Oathkeeper was still strapped where it was supposed to be, and she let her hand linger on the pommel, reassured by its comforting weight.

She couldn't linger here, she decided. First, she would go to Slytherin, and see how Lady Sansa fared in the time since she'd been... well, a giant kernel of popcorn. (Her plans to go to Slytherin had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that she might find Jaime there. Not at all.) Then she would go to Gryffindor, check on Arya--despite the fact that Arya had made it clear she didn't need Brienne's protection--and then she would clean herself off and figure out what to do next.

Thus armored with a plan, she set her jaw and left the popcorn room, striding with dogged purposefulness down the halls of Hogwarts.

((Feel free to bother Brienne. She's momentarily forgotten that there is such a thing as house passwords anyway.))