Well.

This was it.

Aboli thought so, anyway. It was in the middle of the night, the alarm...had sounded angry, and she was just so so so so so scared. She spoke to no one as she ascended to the courtyard besides the spare younger Slytherins here and there, brushing her gloved hand against one every now and again in comfort.

Or maybe it wasn't comforting at all, but she did it anyway.

She fell in line next to Noah, slipping her hand into his, her heart beating so quickly that she hardly acknowledged Minjae who was standing nearby. But she did give him a nod. Gosh. They were both muggleborns, too. She was fearful for them. What was Rosier about to do?!