In Tripp's opinion, night was an active time for teenagers. It's mysterious, frightening, and exciting. Especially in an old, magical castle. Every step you took made a noise, and those noises were like a never ending echoes in the castle. It gave away your spot quickly, however the castle is big and has over one hundred rooms and hallways to conceal your location. The only thing you needed to worry about was the professors. They had the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox. They were probably more dangerous than a fifty foot basilisk with it's eyes piercing through your soul. The feeling of being caught only made Tripp exhilarated. He wanted to prove to everyone that getting to the ground floor was not an impossible task.

It had been almost an hour past curfew, and two of the prefects continued to patrol the gryffindor tower. What made this tower so special tonight? He wanted to yell at them to bugger off and patrol the nasty dungeons, but he knew the outcome. Another week of detention with Professor Lupin. It wasn't as bad as it sounded since he believed the professor wasn't as harsh as the other ones. But, he had felt that they may change the supervisor with the amount of trouble Tripp had been causing after curfew. He continued to peek through the crack of the potrait, waiting for his chance. The prefects waited at the entrance of the seventh floor, and soon dispersed from the area. It was finally time to work some of his magic. He gently opened the door, knowing the fat lady would be asleep at this time and narrowly slipped by the frame before gently closing it. Not all the way or she would awake and probably yell like she always had. He sneaked to the entrance, pushing his body against the plaster yellow wall. His head moved to the side, glancing to see if they were gone. His deep hazelnut eyes spotted the two entering the sixth floor corridor. This might be his only chance. He quickly side-stepped from his hiding spot and ran to the moving staircase. Holding on to the railing as it jerked him to the sixth floor. He sprinted down, feeling the brisk air of the castle intruded his sense and jumped three steps at a time. Luckily, making it to the sixth floor, and sprinting down the next. He felt like he was flying, only without something a broom lodged between his legs. Soon he had made it to the fifth, third, and finally the ground floor.

It must have been a miracle because after he touched down, his body felt limp. His heart raced with adrenaline and his breath short of oxygen. He put a hand on the wall to steady himself. Tripp couldn't believe what he had just done. One of the hardest things to do in Hogwart's history was to make it to the ground floor after curfew. He had just done it. His grin filled with optimism and joy. He wanted to yell up at all the prefects and professors who couldn't catch him and those who believed it was impossible. He had done it!

Click! Clack! Click!

Then he heard a footstep from the great hall, a light moving toward the entrance hall. Tripp cursed under his breath as his mind raced for an answer. In the broom cupboard? No, that would be to obvious. Outside? To noisy. His thoughts continued to race until he saw a door, one of the unused classrooms in the castle. There was no choice, the footsteps soon started to ring out of the great hall. Tripp raced to the door, turning the knob and opening the door. He slid by and closed the door gently behind him, his head resting against the hard wood. His eyes looked down as he tried to concentrate on the sound of the stranger's footsteps. There was nothing. All Tripp could hear was the thumping of his heart ringing into his ears. His eyes fixed on the crack near the floor, seeing the light gently fill it. There was dead silence in the room and in the entrance hall.

Click! Clack! Click!

The footsteps moved further away and Tripp gave a loud sigh of relief. He pulled his head off the door and his eyes swept the room for something to hide behind. The moonlight illuminated the room and it was nearly empty besides the one chair in the corner. He stayed by the door, just behind the hinges so that he could at least be hidden from someone walking in. His heart was just about calm until the door opened. Tripp put his hands in front so that the door wouldn't hit him, and saw someone slide in. The door closed again, though his attention was now on his visitor. "Bloody hell, out of everyone in this castle, it had to be you?"

Tag: HARRISON SAMUEL COOTE
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The past two hours Harrison had been messing around with that hot blonde girl from his flying class. She was a seventeen year old Hufflepuff and when people said he was hot, she was hot. She was perfect but she wasn’t after anything serious, which was fine for Harrison. He didn’t normally do unserious things but he’d make an exception just for her because she was hot. He’d definitely given her a good night, now he just needed to sneak her back into the castle without getting seen or in trouble. Taking her hand they snuck across the grounds hand in hand and giggling slightly to themselves. Pressing his finger to his lips he looked at her, indicating for her to be quiet so they could sneak back in. Checking the coast he ushered her in and then ran quietly through the great hall pulling her along and took her down to the dungeons.

There wasn’t one prefect insight, so the mission was a success. They shared a few kisses and he grinned as she went back to the Hufflepuff common room. He was sure they’d see each other again; after all they had a few classes together. Now he just had to get himself back to the Gryffindor tower without getting caught which would be more difficult. Seven floors being unseen? It wasn’t impossible but there was a very high chance he’d get seen. But he knew if it was a Gryffindor prefect they’d pretend they didn’t see him, after all he was Harrison Coote! Gryffindors top quidditch seeker, but if it was a Slytherin, he’d probably run away and hope for the best. Not that you could out run a Slytherin and if you did they’d eventually catch you with a harmful curse which happened once to him.

Harrison made his way up to the stairs in the great hall when he heard the voices of two people, he just turned back around and ran down the stairs. He had no idea what prefects they were but he didn’t really want to find out! He couldn’t go back to the dungeons because then he’d definitely get caught. The first place he could think of was one of the abandoned classrooms. He quickly opened the door and quietly closed it and let out a sigh of relief. But before he could relax he heard a voice that made him jump and he turned around to see his little brother hiding behind the door.

“Tripp, don’t do that!” He pulled his sleeves down before sitting himself down on one of the desks. Obviously brothers think alike. “Why you sneaking around anyway?” TRIPP HENDRIK COOTE