Shuffling sounds is what rouses River from her deep, fatigued state of slumber. Vaguely, she hears Hadrius drifting about the room, slipping into the bathroom only to return. For a terrible moment, she believes it is dawn and fears he would wake her for class but a quick parting of her eyes to gaze at the dark sky beyond the parted curtains tells her otherwise.
With a satisfied sigh, she begins to sink back beneath the dark waves when suddenly, the blankets are pulled from her curled form.
“Wake up,” Hadrius does not wait for a reply. His large scalding hand closes around her ankle and drags her towards the foot of the bed.
A spark of irritation surges through River and her lips curl in a scowl, “It’s not morning.”
“It is.”
“It’s still dark,” she protests with eyes shut as he flips he
