Albus crawled through the common room door and walked over to the table that Andrea was sitting at. He and the others sat down and pulled out their own homework and began working. Albus glanced over at Andrea's scroll to see what she was working on.
"Potions?" He asked, slightly confused. Andrea quickly covered up her scroll.
"Um, yes." She replied quickly. Albus shrugged and went back to his own work.
An hour later, Peter had finished his homework and was helping Derek. Holly was chewing on the end of her pen, and Albus was finishing up his own homework. Andrea had finished half an hour ago, and was sitting over by the fire. Albus put his scrolls into his bag then walked over to sit by Andrea.
"I think I'm going to make my way upstairs soon," he said. Andrea nodded and stared into the fire. Peter walked over and leaned against the back of Andrea's chair.
"Ah," he sighed, "cozy." The three of them laughed for no apparent reason.
"DONE!" Derek yelled, jumping up from his chair. "Okay, my brain is beat. I'm going to bed." Holly looked at him and tilted her head.
"It's only eight o'clock." She said. Derek shrugged.
"So? I'm still beat." He replied, then ran up the stairs to his common room. Holly shrugged then stretched and yawned.
"You know what?" She began. "I'm a bit tired too. I believe I will go to bed as well." She said then skipped over to the fire. "Goodnight, all!" She then skipped over to the stairs and literally jumped up them. Albus sighed contently and felt his eyelids get heavy.
"I'm going up too, guys." Peter said. He began going up the stairs when he called to Albus and Andrea. "You lot coming?" He asked. Albus nodded and stood up.
"What about you?" He asked Andrea. She coughed then answered, not looking away from the fire.
"I'm not quite ready yet." She replied simply.
"All right, well, goodnight." Albus said, then he turned and walked up stairs.
Samantha slid down the rail on the staircase on her way downstairs. "Weeee!" She said quietly, then gracefully dropped onto the floor. She looked around at the empty common room...and noticed that it wasn't empty. She glanced down at her watch and saw that it was 10:00 p.m. "What in the world is someone down here for?" She asked. She skipped over to the fireplace where the figure was hunched over.
"Uh, hello?" Samantha said and the person looked up.
"Oh, um, hello." It was Andrea, to Samantha's great surprise.
"What are you doing?" Samantha asked, looking at the small cauldron over the fire.
"I could be asking you the same thing." Andrea retorted.
"Oh, well, I have a sleeping disorder, so I just kinda wander around at night." Samantha replied. Andrea nodded then turned back to the cauldron.
"So, what are you doing?" Samantha asked again. There was a pause before the answer.
"Extra credit." She replied softly. Samantha nodded then leaned over to see what Andrea was doing. She seemed to be making a potion. Suddenly, Andrea began coughing.
"You getting a cold?" Samantha asked. Andrea shook her head while coughing. Samantha watched her, not quite knowing what to do. "Are you okay?" She asked slowly.
"I will be." Andrea coughed out. Samantha looked at her warily then shrugged.
"Okay, then I'm gonna go explore. See ya!" Samantha ran over to the common room door and opened it. She stepped out, but not all the way. She continued watching Andrea from behind the door.
Andrea added a few more things to the potion then let it simmer for a bit over the fire. Then, after a few minutes, she took the cauldron off of the fire and poured its contents into a glass on the small table by one of the chairs. Samantha's eyes grew wide as Andrea picked up the steaming cup and downed the potion. Andrea shuddered then set the glass down and began picking up everything else.
Samantha closed the door then leaned against it, breathing hard. "Why did she drink her extra credit?" Samantha asked herself. "Unless..." the more she thought about it, the more she realized Andrea had lied to her. "But why?" Samantha asked out loud again.
"I don't know, but will you please get off of me!" Samantha jumped as the portrait that composed the door yelled at her.
"Sorry..." Samantha said, then began walking away at a brisk pace.