A Long Night

Edward lazily made his way back to the common room to possibly get a good night's rest. Ever since the "incident" on the Express, he had been having nightmares of the Demons. At first, he saw them to be powerless and that they would have no impact on him at all. Apparently, his assumptions had been wrong. They had more power than anyone had thought them out to be, he expected Majere would be behind this all; how else could they have gotten on the train?

Vincent was no problem now, he had resigned in the summer, and was replaced by the Potions Master, Doyle. Ed didn't like Doyle as much as he thought he would, he was the least bit professional, and often made crude jokes or remarks to the students and staff. The man definitely gave the wrong impression of Hogwarts. He knew that Julia didn't exactly like him, either, but she thought he was funny, which Edward didn't get at all.

Ah, Julia. He hadn't seen her around lately, as she didn't go to supper that night. She was probably sneaking out to the forest with Arthur like she usually did on the weekends. Those two were very close now, and Edward couldn't say he was exactly happy about that, but he had to pretend; for her sake. He could tell that she really loved him, but Ed didn't think that Arthur was "man" enough to take care of her. Sure Arthur was extremely intelligent, but he wasn't convinced that the man could protect her from everything. He thought that Scorpius would be a better match for Julia, though he had all the ladies following him by his heels, Ed could tell that Julia may have had some feelings for him at one point, and perhaps the feeling was mutual between the two.

Letting these thoughts go, Ed dragged his feet through the common room- it was empty- and he could already hear the obnoxiously loud laughter and shouting from his friends in his dormitory. It sounded fun, but he wasn't in the mood to be roughhousing at the moment. He dropped his books on a table in the corner, and walked over to the couch closest to the fire. He removed his robes, vest, and tie before sprawling on the sofa. It was extremely comfortable, he didn't want to move, but there was one thing missing: someone to talk to. He hoped someone interesting would come along and talk to him. Until then, he relaxed by the fire, shutting his eyes before drifting into a light sleep.

Dominic's eyes were hardly opened. He was exceptionally tired because of the hard classes of the day. He needed coffee, or something high in caffeine, just to tide him over and make him alert once more so he could do his homework. He wouldn't risk a wit-sharpening potion, as that would just get him into trouble and possibly kill him. Though, he would love to break the rules he didn't need that right now.

He muttered the password and the wall moved, revealing the passage to the common room. He scurried through quickly, and saw that the entire place was empty, save for one solitary boy. He must have been a seventh year by the look of him. He knew the boy, Edward Traverse, but never got to speak to him. Dominic was too preoccupied with chasing after Eli and trying to get pointers on how to be like him. After the incident at Eli's studio in Paris, though, he looked up to him a lot less, if at all. The loud laughter coming from above startled him, he needed to really keep awake now.

He went over to the fire and filled an empty cauldron with water. He placed the cauldron over the fire, which came to a slow boil. Steam slowly formed, mingling with the smoke of the fire. The crackling soothed him, and relieved the tension headache he suffered from. At least, he thought it did. Really, it was just a temporary relief. He sat down on a chair adjacent to the couch that the boy laid on, waiting for his coffee water to boil completely so it'd be hot enough for him to make his coffee. The Ravenquist family was known for sneaking coffee in large containers into the dorms, both Brienne and Dominic were guilty of this. Dominic would never admit he was related to her, though, even though they still had the same coffee addiction.

Sally came into the Slytherin common room a little later then normal and was extremely tired but didnt want to go to her room yet. She gave the password and walked in noticing there was two boys in the room sitting. She thought one might have been a sleep but wasnt sure and the other was making water boiled. Most likely for coffee she assumed. She sighed and walked in and sat on the chair across from the other boy and layed in the chair sideways with her legs over one of the arms. She yawned and didnt want to break the slience first so she just sat there and shut her eyes to rest them and went to her own little world. She didnt fall asleep though, the chair wasnt comfortable enough.

Naomi had stopped in the bathroom on her way to the common room, and when she had, she had rechecked her appearance. Her hair sill frizzy and platinum blonde, the way she liked it. Dark grey smeared over her blue eyes, the way she liked them. Cheeks pale, the way she liked them. Satisfied, she plucked the long wool coat that swirled down to her calves and continued on.

As she entered the dungeons, her breath began to form on the mist in front of her. Damn. Mist meant cold, cold meant that there was a grey-pink tinge gathering in her cheeks, nose, and lips. Not a n unattractive look, but not a look that pleased her. She liked the way her features popped against her pale face, and to add color ruined her vibes...

She murmured the password and continued into the common room, which was empty save for three students, all of whom she knew by name, though she would not admit to it unless they were at her level, of course. She gave them all an acknowledging look and her eye was caught by Edward. The most attractive and popular, in her opinion, of the bunch, she knew this was her proper company.

She strode over to him and sat next to him on the couch, allowing her hand to brush his knee to draw attention to the fact that she was there. She said in a quiet voice, "Hello, Edward." She turned and saw the others, giving them the smallest of smiles before looking back at Edward.

It wasn't too long before he heard heavy footsteps coming from the entrance, that Edward realized that he was no longer alone. He was enjoying the peaceful crackling of the fire, but he was glad that more people may possibly be joining him- civilization was good once in a while. He noticed a younger looking boy walk in, Ed was sure that he knew his name, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Domino? He didn't remember, though he'd seen him on numerous occasions. He nodded in the boy's general direction as a greeting and sat up straight; for he didn't want to be seen slouching, that was too improper. "Evening," He said, before turning his head back toward the fire.

He wasn't sure why, but Edward always found fires to be incredibly interesting. The way it crackled and seemed to dance it different directions, leaving its burning traces to float delicately in the air; it was so calming. Hearing a few more footsteps coming through the entrance, Ed couldn't allow himself to drift off again in case anyone else saw. These footsteps were more delicate, however, those that belonged to a female, or maybe two. He blinked once, but found that opening them up again were more difficult than before- he was exhausted. But he wouldn't go to bed if there were girls coming. Quickly, he glanced over his shoulder to see who was coming. As he looked, he saw one girl with dark hair and delicate facial features. Almost immediately after this girl, came along another one; one with very light hair and sophisticated features. They both seemed to be of the same age, but, in his opinion, the light haired girl was more attractive.

Edward was surprised, if not excited, when the blonde brushed her hand against his knee and sat next to him. She seemed the up-front type, which he always liked; he hated when girls played hard-to-get. "Hello," Ed greeted with a smile, feeling somewhat guilty that he did not know her name. "It seems that you already know my name, do you mind if I may know yours?" This night may have just took a turn for the better.