Chapter 10 – Dark Arts (1)
The common room was empty, and the only light came from the embers in the fireplace, left behind by the fire burning in it previously. Glancing at the clock above it, I finally realized it just passed midnight.
"Conrad." A voice called me, and turning towards it, I noticed that Quincy was sitting at one of the tables in the back, stretching. It was evident she was woken up by my arrival as she was sleeping in a chair which looked highly uncomfortable to do.
"Evening..." I whispered, coming up to her. "What are you doing here this late?"
"I should be the one asking that...." She moaned, rubbing her eyes, sitting up, and stifling another yawn. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." I nodded, smiling a little to hide the fact that the mere thought of how it felt made me wince. "That spell does not injure or kill."
"I know... but-" She looked at me, trying to see if I was telling the truth or not.
"I'm fine. Honest. Hungry, but otherwise, all good."
"I guessed so!" She stood up, rummaging a little in the bag, sitting next to her, and picking out wrapped-up sandwiches. "I sneaked out some food from dinner and made some sandwiches out of them."
"Awesome! Thanks!" I grinned, sitting down and wolfing them down. After the first bite, I finally realized how starved I felt, and I couldn't say anything until both of them were gone. "Haaaah... you are a lifesaver! I was about to sneak out to get some food!"
"No!" She said, almost yelling, before grabbing at her mouth and looking around worriedly, "Don't even think about that!" She whispered, leaning close.
"Huh? What? Why?"