A Late Night of Rounds

Lily walked into the Gryffindor common room alone. Having just finished her rounds, it was just a little after eleven, and as far as she could see the room was empty. She sighed, moving to take a seat near the fireplace. Her face betrayed her exhaustion, and her slumped shoulders contributed as she lazily set her wand down on the coffee table.
She was just about to sit when she noticed a black mass of robes lying on the sofa. In the firelight, she could just make out the face of James Potter.
She smiled to herself, and sat in a chair opposite of him, watching him, where she would sleep for the remainder of the night.