"No, it's my fault," Neville admitted. "I should know better not to stalk my friends." He walked into the hall and made his way up to the bench where Dean sat. It was strange to stand in the hall with only one other person. Surely only the very earliest risers in the history of the school would have ever experienced such a thing.
The moon shone from the corner of the Enchanted ceiling, and the stars winked down at them from a clear sky. "Good night for it," he said softly as he sat down.