[ It was nearing the end of term and both the students and teachers of Hogwarts had had enough of being shut up in classrooms all the time, landing Harry in the particularly sweet sensation of having the rest of the day off from lessons. ]

     [ He’d wanted it to spend it by himself, of course, and that’s what he’d done for the first thirty minutes, wandering along the edge of the lake, until he noticed a figure coming closer by the second. He shakes his head for a moment, before calling out to the visitor. ]

     ❝ Oi, can I never get an ounce of peace ‘round here? ❞

     ❝ I swear I’m going to off myself if this class gets any more boring. ❞

     [ He should be sleeping–he knows he should. But for some reason, he’s laying on his side on his four-poster, Marauder’s Map in one hand, wand in the other, watching with a furrowed brow as Draco’s footsteps pace back and forth in the third corridor. ]

     [ It must be past midnight, and his eyes are weary from tiredness, but he’s got to figure out why Malfoy decided this was the time to go stalking around the halls. It’s not until he hears stirring at the door of the dormitory–probably Seamus coming up to bed, before he puts out the light from the tip of his wand with a whispered ‘Nox’ and fades off into restless sleep. ]