Dylan veeeeeeeervy slowly made his way up to Professor Flamsteed's office. He'd contacted the the man about ways to deal in set-in odors, since he seemed like the most cleanly person in the school...and in all honesty, the beds up in the Slytherin dorms were AWFUL.

Everyone had taken to a mass Common Room sleep-in. There was so much to clean...and it had been so late...Not all of it could be done in one sitting...at nearly midnight. Needless to say, the Slytherin Captain hadn't slept. Not that he'd EVER admit to it if asked...but he was scared things were lurking in the Common Room. He REFUSED to be surprise!attacked.

.....OR maybe that was just the exhaustion and paranoia talking.

When Dylan FINALLY arrived, he politely knocked on the office door and took a seat, leaning forward on his elbows to cup his face.

NOW...he waited.