It was a one night stand, you reminded yourself, as Silas strutted into the Great Hall for breakfast.

An insufferable smirk plastered on his face as his brilliant grey eyes landed squarely on you. He began leisurely making his way towards the green and silver cloaked table -- towards you.

Silas, the boy you'd spent last night with; the boy who'd made it clear he only wanted a good time. Yet here he was, eyeing you appraisingly.

Silas sat opposite you and spoke slyly, "Have a good nights sleep?"