- October 7, 2005 -

"Ready?” Professor Sinistra asked, her voice annoyingly cheery, being that it was midnight. Or, almost midnight. A murmured yes sounded from the gathered third years. “Let’s go then!” 

She started sprinting up the stairs, hiking up her dark blue velvet robes, and the students followed her. Beside Kibum, Minho dragged his feet, lagging behind until Kibum wrapped his arm around his waist. “Come on, buddy, let’s get this over with.”

“I’m really not in the mood for this tonight.” Minho stopped on a landing, watching the other students follow Sinistra and letting out a whiny groan. “I don’t know why I’m so exhausted.”

Kibum rolled his eyes with a smile. It had been a...long day for Minho, with the Charms and Potions test as well as a four-hour long Quidditch game. It was a close game, but Ricky Chase, Slytherin’s Seeker, ended up catching the Snitch first. After dinner, when Kibum saw Minho again, there was a bit of soup in Minho’s hair.

“What...is that?” he had asked, inspecting it for himself once they were out of the Great Hall.

“Yeah, I dozed off into my soup,” he said with a dorky smile.

Once they finally reached the top of the tower, Kibum found them a spot at the back of the group and they sat on the ground with the others as Professor Sinistra started to talk about the theory of charting stars. Again. Minho slumped against his side and Kibum glanced over to see him struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Go ahead and sleep, if you want,” Kibum whispered as he looked back at Sinistra. “I’ll let you know what happens.”

He half-expected Minho to refuse, but a moment later his head rested on Kibum’s shoulder.