[She wasn't lying when she said that she doesn't sleep. It's insomnia at it's worst, and the worst hours are from two to five in the morning, when even the most delinquent students are abed. But it's the hours before then that are the most interesting, when people are sneaking from place to place to find a private corner for interhouse romance or just trouble.
When she says she's not always easy to catch, she means it. She doesn't have an invisibility cloak, but she is small enough to hide almost anywhere, and quick enough to get from place to place. Tonight she's behind a tapestry, tucked up in an old, boarded up windowsill so that even her feet aren't visible, and she's watching two six years - she can't tell who they are, or their house, whisper sweet nothings to each other. She can't quite hear them, but she can hear the footsteps coming down the hall, and so can they.
There's freezing all around, as if freezing will keep them from being seen.]
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When she says she's not always easy to catch, she means it. She doesn't have an invisibility cloak, but she is small enough to hide almost anywhere, and quick enough to get from place to place. Tonight she's behind a tapestry, tucked up in an old, boarded up windowsill so that even her feet aren't visible, and she's watching two six years - she can't tell who they are, or their house, whisper sweet nothings to each other. She can't quite hear them, but she can hear the footsteps coming down the hall, and so can they.
There's freezing all around, as if freezing will keep them from being seen.]