Now being Prefect of Purple House Cheslock had a lot less rules that he couldn't decide himself. So, staying at the Swan Gazebo into later hours of the night was always an option. He liked listening to the wind and such when it was quiet, it'd inspire himself to write the sheet music he couldn't quite nail down with a lack of inspiration during the day.

Being eccentric and all he really did prefer to work alone on his art however just as he went to re-light the lantern another set of footsteps crept up the stairs.

"What'dya want? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Cheslock asked, annoyedly as he saw Edward Midford(you) entering. The other seemed, however, unsurprised by the company he'd get with his arrival. Honestly, Cheslock was just annoyed at having his peace distured but there was something almost...intreaguing by the sight of someone as proper as Edward in just his pyjamas, taking a stroll out here of all places. He looked almost cute. almost .