It was calm.

Nice, even- which was odd, for one particular slytherin dorm.

Evan, Regulus, and Barty’s. Currently, Regulus was dead asleep, book splayed over his face; Evan was fiddling with his little collection of bones; and Barty was- what was Barty doing?

Barty had been rather quiet- that either meant he was dead (unlikely) or he was up to something (more than likely). Evan narrowed his eyes, looking up and around the room, feeling a little uneasy.