Past midnight. Ian was on his usual night watch. Most students were sleeping but he was still here, sacrificing some of his sleep for school’s sake. It was his job as a Prefect, after all.

Hallways were calm, a sound of fresh breeze echoing due to an opened window. Until he hears them.

Footsteps. It was quite late for anyone to be there. Why would you be sneaking out so late ?

"I think it’s past your bedtime." He says to you quietly. It sounded like a gentle reminder. You were such a sweet thing. He could never actually scold you.