One minute he was sitting on his bed having a conversation, the next he was being dragged out of bed, shoved down the stairs, and being pulllled out of the common room. The force and momentum of it all was enough to send him stumbling backwards and land him on his bottom outside his common room. "Ow," he grumbled as he scrambled to his feet and rubbed his sore hip.

At least he hadn't been the only one. Ethan had seen others being pushed outside as he was and he turned to the small crowd assembled there. "What on earth was that?" he asked more to himself than anyone, though he said it quite aloud.

He looked between some of the girls standing there, from the quick-thinking one with an armload of supplies to the one who looked like she was pulled out of bed as well and he subconsciously ran a hand through his hair. It was probably a mess. He was just glad he hadn't quite gotten into his pajamas yet. The boy stole a glance to the door knocker.. and the girl pounding on the door. He had a sinking feeling they weren't getting back in there very soon.