Shreya didn't know if she should be concerned that the sound of the alarm hadn't exactly surprised her. Startled, yes. But she had been filled with so much doom-and-gloom lately that she figured it would only be a matter of time before the Neo-Alliance started taking more drastic measures. Perhaps 4:30 AM meetings were the first step in that direction.

Still dressed in her sleeping attire, she pulled a long, heavy cloak over her shoulders as she hustled toward the Courtyard, ushering a few students along with her as she did so. This was certainly not a time for dilly-dallying.

She was anxious, that was certain. And it disturbed her that she knew as little as the students did about whatever was about to happen. But Shreya didn't let it show. She steeled her resolve and took a stand near the perimeter of the group, keeping a side-eyed gaze on the students. Just in case.

Avalon didn't know it was humanly possible to wake up with more dread in the pit of your stomach. She decided that Rosier's blaring voice was absolutely the worst possible alarm clock. The Ravenclaw rushed down the stairs from Ravenclaw Tower and into the courtyard, fearful of what was about to happen, but knowing there was no use in trying to stay behind.

It wasn't until she arrived at the meeting spot that she realized she wasn't wearing shoes. Ohhh, this was bad. She crossed her arms, both because of her nervousness and to generate warmth, keeping one hand secretly tucked into her robe—where her wand was. Her eyes flicked around the area anxiously, suddenly feeling very alone.