"Of course... This morning. Shall we continue your dream then?" Lucius shifted slightly to gaze out the window. It was on the later end of the peak of the shower, but there were still dozens of quick yellow meteors per minute brightly streaking across the sky. It actually would have been a good night to make an alacrity elixir. Perhaps tomorrow night might serve the same.
"But if I slept at night, I would miss out at scenes like this." Were he to be honest with himself, he suspected that his NEWTs might have to sacrifice some--potions, defence, history, even astronomy he could probably manage with the amount of attention he gave them, but Lucius was on some level aware that Transfiguration--perhaps ancient runes--would likely need to be sacrificed unless some miracle happened. Charms and Arithmancy he thought he could pass. He would be lucky to do so well.
"Aren't they stunning?" It was a rather lackluster year, to be honest, but the darkened field and unlit castle made the meteors which flew like flames from the mouth of the draconic constellation all the brighter for the pair wanting to see them as such.