You've been slipping out past curfew to study for your O.W.L.S. for the past few nights, and not once have you been caught. You shiver as you prepare to head out and leave to bed as midnight approaches near. The atmosphere seems to have dropped for some reason. Glancing up, you see a really gorgeous prefect with his brunette hair mussed in a boyish, unkempt disarray, peering down at you. His eyes sparkle with laughter as he grinned. "It's a bit late for reading, isn't it?"