Quiet steps could be heard echoing in the cold and dark hallways of Hogwarts. Like a wolf, the tall brunette lurked in the corridors, looking for anyone outside of their room this late. Following him, a light scent of coffee and cigarette that clung to his worn woolen sweater.

For Aemilian, looking for anyone outside their room was almost like a game, enjoying the anxiety people felt knowing they might bump into him. Despite being harmless, it was true that his height or the look on his face made people think twice about their choices of going for a night stroll.

"Shouldn't you be in your room at this hour?" Phelan finally spoke as he spotted someone. While he waited for an answer, he leaned against a wall with his usual boyish grin while shamelessly taking a cigarette from his pack.