8 AM was WAY too early for a class. Sure he had been going to early classes all week, but his body hadn't gotten used to it. Plus he was having trouble sleeping. Maybe it was because he was in a new place, or maybe it was because he didn't know many of the Slytherins he was sharing a dorm with. Every time he went to bed he was on edge. Was the dungeon really a safe place for them to be sleeping? Since his entire family had been Gryffindors he had heard stories about how they would sleep in a tower and awake to the chirping of birds as they flew by. But Slytherins slept at the bottom of the castle, and that worried him. Anything could happen to them, and they could get trapped down there.

The moment the sun touched Dylan's pale skin he let out a loud groan. Why did they have to walk all the way outside for class? He had to admit the walk helped him wake up, but he would have rather walked his tired self back underground to sleep.

The headmaster was facing the water so he didn't bother saying hello. Instead he did his best to look presentable. He tucked in his shirt, and began fussing with his tie. In the rush to get going this morning he didn't bother tying it, which was not a good idea because now he had to do it without a mirror. Why were ties so hard?