Raging wind outside the window had awoken Daria mere half an hour later after falling asleep that night. She had come back to the tower early after the Ball, unlike her dormmates, who, judging by the eery silence in the dormitory, were still out somewhere in the castle, most likely in places like Astronomy tower with their dates.

Once awake, it was difficult for the Ravenclaw to drift off in peaceful sleep once again. She laid on her back, with her eyes wide open, listening to the gusts of window lashing against the tower. If anything, the sound was certainly not the sort to make her sleepy. So, slipping from her bed, Daria hurriedly put on her dressing-gown and snatching the book from her bedside table headed towards the door. She assumed that common room was bound to be empty at this time, and she could read there quietly for a while and wait for her friends coming back at the same time.

Appearantly she was wrong. A bit surprised, Daria noted the presence of her housemate lounging by the fireplace, still in her formal wear. She recognized the younger Ravenclaw girl as Isabella Douhan. "Hi," the redhead witch greeted her rather uncertainly, for, no matter all, meeting someone out there at such time was still considered to be quite unlikely.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.