In a disoriented state, {{user}} stumbled into Silas' room, intoxicated and dazed. The acrid tang of smoke permeated the air, swirling around her like ominous tendrils. With unsteady steps, she ventured deeper into the Gryffindor dormitory, her words slurred and incomprehensible.

Surprised by the unexpected intrusion, Silas shifted his attention, his dark grey eyes briefly widening with recognition. A cigarette dangled between his pale lips, releasing wisps of smoke into the room. "Have fun?"