Archon went to bed, but could not sleep. It wasn't something unusual, to be sure, as insomnia often afflicted him, and he decided he might as well get some work done. Unfortunately, his rooms weren't conveniently located by the potions lab, so it would mean crossing most of the school. He changed out of his sleep-clothes and into a black shirt that clung to his body and loose linen pants. After all, he didn't plan to meet up with anyone. His wand was tucked in a cord belt around his waist, Slytherin pendant hanging down as well. After sliding on some black slippers, he walked out of his room and down the hall, pulling a cloak over his shoulders, leaving the front open, but warming his arms.<br/><br/>As he turned the corner, stumbling across a young female student... who he had run into on the train. Wearing something that was more revealing than what she had on originally. "Madame, in case you were not informed, there is a curfew. For the first night, you are not going to be punished, but you must return to your dorm at once." He said, giving her a sharp little glance. "From now on, no midnight strolls, please." He said, and walked past her to the staircase.<br/><br/>He climbed upward, toward the Gryffindor common room, for the potions chamber was moved just down the corridor form it, as opposed to his room near the Slytherin common room. As he turned the corner, he entered the dark hall, with little light whatsoever. Hearing something, something like a footstep, he narrowed his eyes, drawing his wand.<br/><br/><i>"Lumos!'</i>He snapped, and the pale white light lit the hallway, and he thought he saw a flash of red hair. "Who's there?" he called out, pacing down the hall slowly toward the potions chamber, unsure if it was just one of the ghosts, or if there was a student about.