Interlude
INTERLUDE
W ith the cloak safely stowed away in the back of their wardrobe, the student made their way through the quiet corridors of Hatherley Hall, quickly and silently, alert for any noises that would result in discovery.
Entering the wing where the Epicurus house students had their dorms, the student glanced around again and then curled their fingers around the door handle, easing it open.
The room was shrouded in darkness, and they waited for a moment, allowing their eyes time to adjust. Four beds. Four sleeping bodies. It was imperative that the missive was delivered to the correct recipient, undiscovered by the other students in the room.
The student stepped across the threshold on silent feet, remaining undetected as they reached the desk belonging to their target. A pile of heavy textbooks lay next to a notebook on the worn wooden surface, and after a moment’s thought, the student slid the parchment inside the notebook, where it would be easily discovered by the recipient.
The task was complete. Now, all they had to do was wait .