With a jump and a gasp as she realized someone had come to crouch beside where she lay, eyes resolutely open despite the hour and body curled tightly in a ball in the squishy purple sleeping bag that Headmaster Dumbledore had conjured for them all, Hannah was relieved when she recognized the voice, and eventually the face of JD.
"Miserable," Hannah whispered, and it was most definitely true. It had been strange and suspicious to be roused from bed after the Halloween feast had left her so comfortable under her covers, but to find out that it was so that the castle could be searched for the murderer Sirius Black was enough to render quite a few of the younger years incapable of sleep. "Do you really think he got inside?"