Blaise meandered aimlessly down the dim hallways of the castle, a sallow lantern was grasped in his palm and his silk robes trailed like shadows against the smooth floors. Midnight at Hogwarts was truly a serene place when lacking the rowdy students.

The silence was pierced like an arrow when Blaise’s ears pricked up at a distant resonance. His eyebrows scrunched as he strained for the noise, it sounded most like someone was sniffling. He redirected his wandering to find the source in the dusky corridors.

Although as Blaise peered around the next corner, he was stunned with consternation when he saw you, as you sat sobbing into your knees against the brick walls. But it wasn’t just the normal weeping, he noticed your lack of breath; your trembling figure and the uncontrollable tears. He’d witnessed this few times before, you were currently having a panic attack.