Theodore was wandering around the castle. Once the hustle and bustle of the teachers and students and spirits died down, it was quite a lovely place. The vast corridors, lit by torches that had live of their own, were oddly soothing to the boy that was usually scared of anything remotely eerie. Since older students were allowed to stay up a bit later than others, the Ravenclaw had taken it upon himself to go down for a snack. The only problem was, where were the kitchens? Shouldn't there have been a clearly demarcated sign that led to them? Where in Merlin's saggy pants was the food in this joint? The fifteen-year-old could never properly go to sleep without a warm glass of milk and without perusing at least a few pages of his favorite novel.

His hands in his pockets, he wandered along, his blue-eyed gaze tracing the wonderful architecture that pervaded every inch of the school.