As the sun begins to go down over the hills, lighting begins to dim in the prefects dorm, making Draco groan, slamming his quill down and standing from his desk chair, going over to turn on some lights around the room, making Pansy chuckle. She stretches out her legs, her arms wrapped around you as you read a book your parents have sent to you

Pansy: You alright, love? Draco: Groans once more, quite dramatically S’ too dark to fuckin write!