     Draco had waken up in the middle of the night to the large silence, feeling the need to move. Not that he had many options for it at Hogwarts, he ends up grabbing his books on transfiguration & school bag instead.Â
   Running his fingers through his mused silver-white hair sleepily, lazily fixing it as he heads to his eighth year common room silently, not even bothering to look towards the other bed. Blinking his eyes upon occasion to help himself push back the grogginess of sleep, he takes a seat at a random table in the common room. Not caring where the table was in the room. Keeping his noise low as he pulls out his supplies & opens his book to his current chapter.
   Resting his forehead against his palm, he threads his fingers through his hair, making his earlier grooming pointless as long stray hairs shift chaotically about his head. He’d already made notations within the margins, using them to make methodical notes within his transfiguration notebook. Going so far as listing suggestive emotional states or focus to make the spells work smoother than the book itself implied.
   His quill pauses mid-word as he hears something within the silence, a scowl curving across his brow for sheer seconds of time. He doesn’t lift his head to look, only shifting slightly so it would look he was purely focusing on his notebook for anyone nearby. It could be a pet that escaped the confines of another eighth year’s dormitory for all he knew. But he still pays attention, trying to catch anything from the corner of his eye.
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