It should, Ashya reflected to herself, giggling quietly, be harder to get into the templar dormitories. But the corridors were always full of templars, which was considered to be precaution enough, she supposed.
Except that it wasn't, not at this early hour of the morning, when most residents of the tower were sound asleep. Few were still awake - the templars on guard, a few senior enchanters busy with arguments about minute details about obscure areas of knowledge, a few Tranquil - and, of course, Ashya.
The slight girl - currently with strawberry blonde locks down to her waist - scampered quietly through the silent corridors, adept at avoiding templars by now. Not that it was too hard - you could hear them coming a mile off, clanking in that heavy (if gorgeous) armor.
The door to the templars-in-training dorm was closed, and she opened it quietly, pausing until her eyes were somewhat accustomed to the gloom. It was dark, and everyone seemed to be asleep. A marked change from the apprentices dorm, where there was always someone chatting quietly, if not outright making too much noise, waking everyone else and resulting in yet another late night battle (most of which ended with a templar or senior enchanter breaking it up).
Despite the darkness, she made her way unerringly to Loïc's bed. She'd been here before (unbeknownst to her friend) and had no trouble finding it now. She bent over the boy, but all she could hear was quiet breathing - he was asleep. Giggling silently again she decided it was high time he woke up. She pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle any shocked exclamation and scrambled onto the bed, sprawling over her friend carelessly. "The demon's here to get you!" she whispered into his ears as menacingly as she could.