It was dark, and cold, but someone was nudging him, and Alex protested, pulling the covers over his head. It was too early for class, too early for showering, but the voice and hands were insistent. He blinked owlishly in the wandlight as he pushed the covers back, then frowned as he recognised Professor Corner.
"What's wrong?" He sat up, rubbing at his eyes, then took the dark blue dressing gown that was pushed into his hands. No time to explain? His feet found his slippers and he ran both hands through his hair, tying the belt of his gown as he followed his head of house through the corridors to his office. Professor Corner's office?
Alex rubbed his eyes, and was turning to ask Corner again, what was going on, but he spotted his father first. "Dad?" He blinked, then took a step toward him. "What are you doing here?"