1:01 a.m.

You shouldn't be breaking curfew. You shouldn't be seven floors above your bed. That could be troublesome. These thoughts ran through Zoey McAdams's brain as he paced lightly back and forth in front of a wall located on the seventh floor. He couldn't sleep, and yet, he wasn't one to really tempt trouble. But being out of bed, past midnight, and as far away from the dungeons as the castle would allow was, well, a risky move to boot. But he just wanted to be somewhere else, away from Trent's muffled snoring, Jasper's ghostly wheezing, and Alexander's sleep talk about how beautiful he is.

One... He was thinking of Paris, and the summer he'd spent there last year. Two... Visions of his grandmother, the Eiffel Tower, and a mysterious man from that summer flickered across his mind. Three... A kiss from the man to his forehead, a gondola ride, and magic off the Tower. And then a door was there, waiting to be entered. Zoey leaned up against it, pressing his ear to the wood. He knocked lightly, though he knew no one would answer.

Gradually, he let his hand fall to the handle and he slowly turned it. As he shut the door behind him, he hadn't yet looked into the room. Turning, he was almost shocked, and then, the disappointment set in. Books? He had already read too many books as it was, but this second library, though fascinating, wasn't Paris. "Who was I kidding? Paris in Hogwarts. I must be an idiot." He shook his head. "Might as well make the best of it." He started walking through the stacks. A common theme was here, though. All the literature... was French.

1:03 a.m.

Dagan yawned loudly as he quickly stepped through the portrait of the Ravenclaw common room and out into the hall.  He was an insomniac, and there was no way in hell he would allow himself to be confined to the treacherous book-filled common room at this hour with no means to sleep. Dagan often did this as he enjoyed the castle at night. It had a different personality when the times of learning had passed.

So a natural selection for Dagan to go to was the Room of Requirement. He wouldn't get caught there, and he could ask it to turn into a giant room full of pillows so he could drone out until the Sandman finally visited him. And if after ten minutes that didn't work -- stuff to punch and grapple worked just as well. Dagan was easy to please. Growing up in such a dull muggle home his whole life allowed him to gain a level of patience towards most things in his life.

Finally reaching his destination, the door appeared on the wall and Dagan pushed himself in. By the time he realized he hadn't asked for what he wanted, Dagan had stepped into the strangely smelling room. In almost an instant, he realized that he was not alone as he saw the back of the head of someone who looked about his age, though he couldn't make out who it was. But one assurance he had was that they were not likely to be some sort of rat, as they too were up past midnight snooping the castle.

"Who the hell're you?" Dagan asked for standing in the same spot he entered, just inside the door.