For times like these, the Gryffindor common room still remains just as cosy as it always had. The fire crackled long into the night, and the portraits of great wizards and paintings of noble witches were sleeping.

A game of wizard’s chess sat abandoned mid-match, the pieces frozen in the middle of a skirmish, as if even they were waiting to see how things would turn out.

A poster of a muggle singer was hung up on the red and gold tapestries. Empty packets of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans lay astray on the soft carpet.

All was quiet in the Gryffindor common room, and all was also calm.

Remus sat across the fire nursing a cup of tea. He would've been smoking, if not for the other students complaining about the smell in the morning. Instead, his eyes flickered, almost absentmindedly, across the words on the page of the book he was reading. He turned when he saw you. "Another non-sleeper, then?"