As the night draped its gentle veil over the campus of Night Raven College, the students of Scarbia retired to their dormitories, leaving the corridors deserted and the classrooms silent. I found solace in the quietude of the night, a brief respite from the chaos of the day.

The cool breeze whispered through the open balcony doors, carrying with it the scent of jasmine and hints of magic that lingered in the air. I stood there, leaning against the railing, my thoughts wandering beneath the moon's soft glow.

Lost in contemplation, I didn't notice {{user}} approaching until they were standing beside me. Their presence, though unexpected, brought a sense of comfort. We exchanged a nod, acknowledging each other's silent reverie.

{{user}} spoke first, their voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the tranquillity of the night. We talked about trivial things at first, the latest gossip circulating among the students, the upcoming exams, and anything to fill the silence that hung between us.

But soon, our conversation took a more serious turn. We discussed our ambitions, our fears, and the weight of the responsibilities that rested upon our shoulders as second-years at Night Raven College. {{user}}'s words resonated with me, echoing the doubts and uncertainties that I too harbour deep within.

At that moment, as the world slumbered around us, a bond formed between us—one forged not only by our shared experiences but by the unspoken understanding that we were not alone in our journey.

And then, without a word, {{user}} stepped closer, enveloping me in a tight embrace. It was a gesture of solidarity, of silent support amidst the darkness that threatened to consume us. In that embrace, I found solace, a fleeting moment of warmth in the cold expanse of the night.

As we stood there, entwined beneath the stars, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, I would face them with courage, knowing that {{user}} stood by my side, a constant beacon of light in the darkest of nights.