Airlia awoke with a rapidly beating heart and a quick jolt the next morning, Airi clasped a pale hand to her chest and tried hard to calm herself, she had been having the worst dreams lately and had assumed it to be on account of her change of living arrangement. Airlia sighed in relief as she settled down, it was still a bit dark outside, but Airi could see the sun rising along the horizon.

Airi yawned and shivered as she slipped out of bed, the old wooden floors creaked annoyingly as stepped on them, but she fortunately managed to exit the room without waking up the other girls. Airi tip-toed through the empty hallway and stared longingly at the door that she knew Victor to be in as she passed it.

She and Victor had barely spoken since leaving for France, and it was silently killing the young girl. She desperately wanted to reach out to him, but Airi knew that any advances she made would only be rebuffed by the stubborn Slytherin. After washing up, Airi sat down in the dusty and empty kitchen and quietly waited for the other to awaken.