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    The Hufflepuff couldn’t sleep, it was like sleep was a boy she fancied and kept chasing after only to be repeatedly turned down. But unlike sleep boys were not essential for the human body to work properly — unfortunately sleep was. She yawned, having made her way to the kitchens, beginning to cook herself some brownies in a very muggle fashion. As she beat the batter together she heard a sound, stopping she stood as still as possible. 

                            “Who’s there?”

    With her lit up wand, Hermione approached the kitchens where she heard sounds coming from. She was to not be out of bed, but in actuality, she had not gone to bed, not yet. She was on her way back, however the sounds had made her take a different turn– someone was out of bed, someone that was not supposed to be, she was certain of it.

When she approached the figure, all she could really see was robes, which confirmed her theory that it was a student. She cleared her throat when the other called out to her, confidently approaching them. “You’re not supposed to be out of bed, you know. It’s against the rules.”