The grandfather clock ticked menacingly in the stretched silence between the two. Both staring at the one moderate sized bed. The nightmare of reality catching up to the two. The room itself was cramped and intended for one person. But the two adults had to make do. The circumstances were dire. Dumbledore had ordered all the members of the order to stay the night here. All separated in different rooms for the night. Dumbledore had said it’s for ‘safety’. Though how was sharing a room with the potions masters safe? He was a grump. Surely he would take the floor…