-nighttime's a fire; we are the heat-

[bobthewizard]

[[Private]]

No way outside.

The size of this castle... walls and rooms going on forever, or at least far enough to make all the difference. A murrain on this curse! *frets* But all is not yet lost. There's more than one way to skin a cat, if only metaphorically.

[[/private]]*stands in the back of the Great Hall, forbidding of mien and demeanor,

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[perfidious_son]

*also in the Great Hall at a table with the best light and reading potions materials*

[[Don't ask why he's there and not in his common room... And he won't say anything unless Mr.Ghost speaks first.]]

[bobthewizard]

*turns head slowly and looks the reclusive student over, noting the distant expression and the Slytherin crest*

[perfidious_son]

*knows he's being looked at, but doesn't bother to acknowledge it*