The next morning, Quentin woke up before everyone else in the Slytherin boy's dorm. The only sounds he could hear were the snoring from the six other boys he shared the dormitory with.
Quentin reached over to his bedside table lighting his lamp. Night and day in the dorm never had much of a difference in the light, it was always dark. The light in the light room was murky turquoise the same colour as the water in the Black Lake where in the depths the Slytherin dorms reside.
That was colour he saw the room painted in each morning he had woken up at Hogwarts. Depressing, he had thought at first, but gradually he had gotten used to the colour and now barely noticed it.
Rubbing his eyes he stretched and climbed out of bed. He cursed as he looked at the clock it was four o'clock in the morning. 'At least three hours to go until breakfast' He thought. He sighed at the thought. He was wide awake and not in the mood to lie in his bed bored out of his mind for the next three hours, so he decided to do what he usually did, take a walk around the castle.
But first, he went into the bathroom and had a shower. He wasn't worried about waking the other boys in his dorm. They could sleep through everything and anything. The hot water felt good on his skin removing the lazy feeling of sleep from his skin.
After drying himself, he pulled on his school robes. He wiped the fog from the mirror that had gathered from the steam the shower produced to see his reflection. He straightened his green and black striped Slytherin tie in the mirror and pinned his family's crest to the front of his robes on the opposite side to his Slytherin crest. He took a moment to stare at this family crest in the mirror as it glinted in the small bit of light in the bathroom. Then his brushed his hair, making his hazel hair sit flat on his head.
Satisfied with his appearance, he felt the bathroom and headed to the common room. He didn't leave a note or wake anyone to tell them where he was going they were well used to his nighttime wandering and often made a joke of it.
There was usually no one in the common room at this time, but that morning was different. Quentin almost missed it, out of the corner his eye he spotted it or her. In fading candlelight huddled in an armchair in the corner was a girl half dozing with a book.
"Cassie?" Quentin asked.
Cassandra hadn't heard anyone come into the common room. She was fighting back sleep that was making her eyes unfocused and causing her head to nod off to one side. Quentin's voice snapped her out of it. At first, she had thought his voice had come from a distant dream inside her head. After all, she has been thinking about him a lot the past couple of hours.
Quentin almost didn't recognise her. Her hair was unkempt and hanging to one side, out of her way, but still hiding her face a great deal. She was wrapped in a worn looking mint green night robe.
"Quentin?" Cassandra yawned clapping her hand over her mouth to hide it. "What are you doing here?"
Quentin came towards her sitting in the seat next to her. Her eyes followed his meeting them as he sat down. Her eyes were a violent brown and bloodshot from no doubt hours of reading.
"I couldn't sleep," Quentin answered.
"Nightmares?"
Quentin felt the corners of his mouth perk up, she was teasing him.
"No, just couldn't sleep. What about you, nightmares?" He teased back.
"No, I wanted to read without having to listen to heavy breathing." She said closing her book on her lap.
Cassandra absent-mindedly touched her hair straight away feeling a knot in it. She turned her eyes away from Quentin suddenly realising what a mess she looked. She could still feel his eyes on her making her cheeks heat up with colour. She hugged her nightgown closer to herself conscious of her choice of clothing.
"You look tired," Quentin commented breaking the silence.
"I'm not," Cassandra said, she wasn't lying she didn't feel tired now that Quentin was here.
Quentin smiled like she was lying.
"I'm going for a walk, want to come?"
"Yes," Cassandra said before she could even think about.
Quentin eyebrows raised at her forwardness and his grin grew.
Cassandra looked down at her and her common sense struck her.
"I'm not dressed." She said weakly.
"I don't mind," Quentin said standing up and reaching for her hand.
"I do," Cassandra stated.
"Then I'll wait for you," Quentin said. "As long as you promise you won't take forever."
"I'm not that type of girl," Cassandra promised him, but as soon as she reached her dorm she became that type of girl.
She took a look in her mirror and nit-picked at her appearance something she never did. There wasn't time for a shower or a total makeover, so she threw on her school robes, brushed away the knots in her hairs and splashed water on her face in hopes of looking more awake.
Cassandra pulled on her shoes. Then she quickly headed back to the common room. Quentin was waiting for her like he promised.
