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Middle of the night and once again Peter was bored. Hey, what a shocker. When was he not bored? That was rare in this place. Normally at night he'd be flying around trying to find the right star to get him to the second star which would lead him home but he decided to take a night off. Due to the fact that sometimes when you're not looking for lost things, they tend to get unlost when you aren't looking and fall right into your lap. Not that Peter wanted a star to fall into his lap. That would hurt. At least he thought that might hurt. A star is a ball of fire after all. "Would that hurt..?" He asked himself. "Yes! That would hurt." He matter-of-factually-answered himself.

That insightful conversation with himself ended and he was once again left with the dilemma of what to do. His brain racked, trying to remember who he'd met around here that had seemed not too put off by him and more importantly-- fun. He hadn't met everyone yet so his memory had a limited selection and he was sure most of them were asleep. But not all. Someone had to be awake. But he'd never see from this low on the ground. So he shot up into the sky and landed on a roof, perching right on the edge looking more gargoyle than boy and scanned the streets underneath himself.

After months of peace and quiet, Hestia had been certain that the detention she didn't think she deserved had been taken away and erased from everyone's records and memories. Unfortunately for her, when Professor Slughorn was cleaning out his office after the holidays (he really had wonderful organization skills), he'd found the slip with her detention on it and saw fit to see to it straight away. And so, many months after being out a minute past curfew and caught by an irritated ex-boyfriend, Hestia found herself cleaning out supplies in one of the potions classrooms in the dungeons after dinner one evening. And, though she couldn't think of a single night she would elect to be there, it was as if she had been placed there on the worst night possible.

Hestia had been having the absolute worst week of her life and this detention business certainly wasn't helping. She was trying not to worry about her mum and sister. They did owl every day, after all, and she knew things were going well, considering the circumstances. But between the aftermath of this month's full moon, and Ted and Lucinda keeping things from her, she absolutely beside herself. And that was in the few free moments she had where she didn't have to concentrate on her course work. Frustrated, Hestia let out a mix between an exasperated sigh and a grunt. She wiped her forehead, pushed up her sleeves, and went back to polishing a set of scales. At least until she heard someone in the doorway. Expecting it to be Filch or one of the professors, she put a fake smile on her face and wheeled around. She was surprised to see Chase Reed there instead.

Betty was in a good mood as she dropped her Hogsmeade shopping on her bed, threw a bag of sweets over onto Emmeline's bed, and then rummaged through her bags looking for the rum she'd bought. She felt like it had been ages since she'd last had anything to drink and so tonight she was forcing Chase to join her with a glass or two... or more likely, a bottle or two. Taking a swig of the rum to check that it tasted alright, she then shoved it into a spare satchel bag along with a packet of jelly slugs and some mints. She pulled her hair out of the band which she'd tied it up with in the village, running a brush through it quickly and then headed out of the dorm.