"Morning," Dalton muttered quietly, nodding at the Professor as he headed towards the back of the classroom, pulling off his beanie as he went. It was so nice to be in the room that was so warm, because the corridors where draughty as anything. And so he sat with his back toward the fire, enjoying its warmth on his neck. Soon, he'd be warm enough to take his cloak off.

He didn't question the covered sheets, didn't even raise an eyebrow at the hidden secrecy and surprises - he'd gotten used to it over his years here, and besides, the Seventh year was almost done with the Castle, and his curiosity had run out. Or maybe he was in a bad mood for other reasons. Who knew?