NightTime

[Headmaster Elwyn Emerindyl]

Elwyn Emerindyl stalked the dark corridors of the school at night. This was not a normal thing for him though to say it was an abnormal situation would be to bend the truth, for he did it almost as much as any other night time exercise. This evening he found himself walking through the double doors to the Golden Hall. The hall itself was empty, though he didn't expect to find anyone about at this hour. He looked towards the wall behind the Professors Table at the head of the hall to see that it was almost 3am, he smiled, much too late even for the nocturnal, and just as far too early for the earliest of risers.

Elwyn pulled his cloak a little tighter around himself as his long legs moved him easily down the length of the hall between the Saphricorn and Ameraid dining tables. It was the middle of winter and it was snowing throughout the grounds and upon the terrace just beyond the floor to ceiling glass doors along the Southern Wall.

The ten different fireplaces around the hall flared into life as Elwyn reached the end of the students desks, though he did not forward onto the teachers desk. Turning to the left and moving towards the Emerindyl table; Elwyn took a seat at the end of it (near one of the fireplaces) and took in a deep breath. Leaning back his eyes turned to the ceiling, the glow worms were emitting a soft glow that seemed softer by the harshness of the firelight.

[Lady Amberly Ameraid]

‘Well to be perfectly honest I didn’t know what to expect, though this certainly was not on the list of occurrences I had hoped for, I might be telepathic but I am not a seer,’ Amberley was saying as she swept through the double doors into the Golden Hall. There was a quick quotes quill dancing across the surface of an unrolling sheet of parchment which hovered along by her head as she walked, as if she were being followed by an invisible clerk taking down each word as it was dictated to them.
Amberley’s speech faltered when she noticed the fires around the Golden Hall were alight. This was not normal at all, she knew it well enough as her night time strolls into the school’s dining hall were far more frequent than her colleague whom she could now see seated at the front of the hall. Her steps did not falter a moment, however the parchment snapped into a tight scroll and both it and the quill floated down into one of the loose pockets in Amberley’s dress.
‘Awake late, I see’ she said by way of greeting when she was half way down the hall. She could see the seemingly ageless man as he sat by the fire and wondered of his need for warmth. He was far older than she, though part of the peculiarities over their age allowed them the ability not to feel cold or warmth, unless they wished to, which clearly she did not.
‘You know you should attempt to sleep at least once a decade, I find dreaming somewhat diverting when the mind has spent so long at work,’ she neared the end of the table but did not sit down. She had spent most of the night in her study, and while she didn’t find the seated position particularly uncomfortable; she found she enjoyed standing and in fact often paced while reading.
‘I don’t imagine your wife appreciates your lack of sleep, she was saying to me just the other day that even I do not get enough, and I know you are getting even less sleep than I am,’