Monday, March 20th - Late Evening
Hermione sat at her cramped, but neat, desk marking student papers. It had been a long night. The candle on her rolltop desk had about burnt down to an unusable nub, the dripping wax forming a solid waterfall over the edge of the pewter holder. She watched the flame waiver for a moment, quill still in hand, before she slipped the marked paper to the finished pile. With a sigh, she replaced the quill in the ink with a plop and rubbed her tired eyes. It was at this moment when she felt, more than saw, eyes watching her from the open window. Feeling a cold shudder overtake her spine and her hair prickle, she turned with a start to the dark night sky. Nothing was at the window but the softly flapping drapes and the barest light from the sliver of the night's moon through the sparse clouds.
Taking a deep breath, Hermione stood up from her chair. Attempting to convince herself that it was nothing more than her overactive imagination after a long night of reading half-arsed project papers, she decided that it was merely a ploy from her self-concious telling her to take a break and have a dose of fresh air. Walking to the window she took a quick peek behind the curtains and along the ledge on the outside castle wall. Relaxing when all seemed bare, she let her gaze drift to the grounds below. That's when she saw it: a dark shape running toward the castle. No!