Perhaps it was the constant nightly escapades, or the dim corridors where your only source of light was the flame from the hovering torches, but you have grown accustomed to the eerieness that enfolds Hogwarts when it is past curfew.

But of course, you still couldn’t escape the sight of Andromeda Black, a Prefect, who is awfully remarkable at following your traces.

“Out for another stroll?” You were met with Andromeda, the corners of her lips quirked to a smile— tone laced with mirth.