Siobhan didn't know when she had fallen asleep, only that she had at one point changed out of her uniform and into her pajamas with the intention of continuing her match-to-needle transfigurations. Thus, when she woke up at five in the morning, lying on top of the covers with a few scattered needles around her, she was surprised – not only because she had been successful but also because there was no viable reason for her inability to stay up late! Alistair would be ashamed.

She knew she was far, far too early for breakfast and so grinned, stroking her kneazle with a manic grin on her face as she considered Kyle's plan for the defense lesson. Siobhan cracked open her off-curriculum textbook, '[i]Hexes and Jinxes for the Young Witch in Danger[/i]' and pulled her wand out from under her pillow where she'd left it.

[i]Locomotor mortis,[/i] eh?