Fred was generally a pretty laid back guy. Rarely found himself overthinking things for prolonged periods of time.

However, in this particular instance, it was different.

Students were (almost) never allowed outside the castle grounds past bedtime. Hell, even allowed outside their common rooms without a notice. Much less on w full moon, in which the threat of harm was much more prominent.

So, when you had gone on a short run to meet with a fellow classmate, yet failed to come back on time, he was bound to get worried. Especially after the recent attack on his father the previous year.

"They haven't been back in almost an hour, George. You'd be worried too."

Fred snipped at George just slightly as he paced the common room, clad in his pajamas.

"I get it, Fred! But what good is pacing going to do?"