Aren't You Lonely [Sitting In The Dark]?

[Tristise Tempestas Rederick]

Tristise hadn't eaten all day. She had thought about going down to the Great Hall during breakfast... and lunch... and dinner. However, she hadn't made it down. Mostly because she was scared to see all those faces that she didn't know. She was scared to run into people who knew her that she had no recollection of. Granted, if she had gone down she could have found Andrew quickly and he would have helped her out... but she didn't feel like bothering him with that.

She felt very much like she was using him for protection or as a humiliation ward. Tris shook her head and looked at the clock. It was after midnight. Her stomache growled loudly and she sat up in her four poster bed and looked around the room. No one else shared it with her, it was a perk of being Head Girl. She pushed her covers off and slid to the ground, shivering as her bare feet made contact with the cold floor. She scuffled over to her black ballet style slippers and yanked them on before also throwing on a sweatshirt.

After she felt a little warmer she headed down to the common room and sneaked over to the exit. The portal swung open and creaked loudly. Tristise cringed and ducked out quickly, hopefully before anyone noticed who had caused the commotion - no doubt someone had been sleeping in the common room, fallen asleep while studying or something. She silently crept down the corridor and found her way to the kitchens with ease. It was surprising how well she remembered places now that she didn't remember people.

Slipping past the painting of fruit on the wall she checked for house elves and was glad to find that none were still working. Tristise then went over to the pantry and dug out the ingredients for pancakes. She had a craving for them and they were easy to make. She began dumping the ingredients into a big mixing bowl and then stirring them together, humming softly to herself as she worked. Cooking was good, it was calming. The only part she didn't like was clean-up, but who did? At least it was keeping her busy and she'd have food in the end - neccessary for survival so needed after a day without anything.

[Andrew Evans]

(OOC: hope you don't mind me dropping in.)

Andrew couldn't sleep, partly because of the cold, but mainly because he was worried for Tris. He hadn't seen her at all that day, not that he should have had any reason to worry about that, but he had made sure he was in the great hall during meal times, in case she had got into a sticky situation when she had gone down to eat. There was what had caused him to worry, she hadn't been eating properly before he had erased her memory, and it now seemed that she had stopped again. He knew it wasn't his place to criticize her or anything, but he cared for her, and didn't want to see her in the state she had been, weak from not eating and on the verge of suicide.

He lay in bed, trying to push the worry to one side in an attempt to get some sleep, but failed miserably. The door from the common room creaked, signaling that some one was either entering or leaving, so he rolled out of bed to see which it was. He had nothing better to do, and having a go at a first year for breaking the rules might help take his mind off of things enough to get to sleep. He rolled out of bed, wrapped up in his quilt for warmth, snuck down the stairs so as not to alert anyone to his presence, and looked into the common room. It was empty, which meant that someone had gone out, as not enough time had passed for anyone to have got back to their dormitory before he had got there.

He went back to his dorm, intending to go back to bed, but when he got there he changed his mind. There was a secret to getting out of the common room without the portal creaking, one that most students had learned by their second year. That was what had instinctively think it was a first year, but now his heart was telling him differently. Most of the first years had learned by now, which left only one possibility. Hastily, he pulled a pair of jeans and a hoody over his pajamas, slid on his trainers, then went back down to the common room. There could have been only one person sneaking out that night, and only one place they were going.

Moving as quietly as possible to the portal, he pushed it to one side so that there was a gap just wide enough for him to get out, and slid through, closing the portal behind him. The small opening had prevented the creaking, and he had got out without detection, a trick he would have to teach Tris at some point. Moving through the shadows a quickly as he dared, he headed for the kitchen. Moving the painting of the fruit outside the kitchen just enough to leave a small gap, he peered inside. Just as he had thought, Tris was in there, cooking. At least she's actually eating. He thought to himself, before making the gap slightly bigger and slipping through.

She was humming to herself, and the sound made Andrew smile as soon as he had slid into the room. He pulled the painting back behind him, using the less conventional, yet slightly quieter method of gaining entrance to the kitchen. "Evening." He said quietly, making his way past her to a kettle. He needed something to warm him up, and keep him awake until he got back to the common room. Rooting around in a nearby cupboard, he found a few mugs and some Muggle tea bags. Magically filling the kettle with water and heating it, he put a tea bag in one of the mugs, and added some milk. It never tasted right with magically created ingredients, but the milk would have to do. "Would you like one?" He asked, as the water in the kettle finished boiling and he poured it into the mug. He felt too much like he was intruding already, and didn't want to upset her, especially as he was the only one who knew what had happened to her.