Beezus couldn’t sleep.

So, throwing a shawl over her pajamas, the brunette climbed off her bed and went to get Mavis, her guitar. She scurried down to the Common Room and out in light steps.

The corridor was eerily silent when she stepped out so she hurried along and sat down on the topmost step of one of the moving staircases.

Then she began to sweep her thumb on the guitar strings and started to hum a melody.

Finally, she sang slowly, “If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy....if our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity....”