Ariana crept up from her bed and slowly approached the boy. In the darkness she could tell that he played Quidditch. He was still in his robes, which were brightly colored red and gold.

"Are you alright?" she questioned, kneeling down on the floor beside the boy. There was no responce besides a muffled groan. Ariana pulled his arm and helped him back into his bed, her footing slipped on the slick floor and she fell atop the Gryffindor boy.