Presley was starving. She'd skipped dinner to get in some , but she was paying for it now. After listening to her stomach grumble for two hours, she'd finally dragged herself out of bed and down to the kitchens at 2AM. This was ridiculous. It was eerily quiet in the castle at this time of day, and it would be a lie to say that she wasn't freaked out every time she thought she heard something. All this was was grabbing some food and going back to bed. She would have to climb seven flights of stairs to get there, but Ravenclaw tower was safe at 2 in the morning, and the creepy stone basement didn't feel like that so much.