Ghost liked being the first one in the common room in the morning, he liked the quiet and the peace of it all before the other members of the 141 came in and started wreaking havoc.

He was not prepared to face you, still up from the night before, on your laptop at the rickety kitchen table with a knee tucked under your chin and glasses perched on your nose.

“Since when do you wear specs?” He asked to excuse his staring when you tilted your head inquisitively.