𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 midnight , and he’s probably just lucky that mcgonagall isn’t doing her rounds . too busy , he supposes . with whatever it is professors do over break — likely heading to her own home . sirius wonders briefly how she fared in school ; how she fares even now . is it a relief ? does she dread it in a similar way ? likely not similar — he’d caught on to the brief flashes of pity in her , but they were never ones of understanding . not the way it usually goes when someone’s in a similar position . the way his mind rattles on tiredlessly on something as meagre as mcgonall’s opinions of her own home makes him almost think he’s summoned her , for a moment . he startles slightly at the sound of footsteps behind him , easing into a warmer smile when he spots it’s marlene there . ❛ can’t sleep , love ? ❜