*slight creak, a gleam of white light, and a hoarse whisper*
Nox*the wand-light is extinguished, leaving a shaft of indirect torchlight coming in from the hall, into which creeps a dim figure, pale and tired and streaked with grime; desks are visible nearby as obscure, shadowy shapes, and the light glints as it glances off some reflective surface
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