You're tiptoeing through your lounge late at night, and suddenly that stabbing pain, the expletives and the inevitable question: " Why do we have so much of this stuff all over the place? "
" Half-past 11, " Ron muttered at last, " we'd better go." They pulled on their dressing gowns, picked up their wands, and crept across the tower room, down the spiral staircase, and into the Gryffindor common room.
The boy crept along under the bank to ascertain from the nature of the proceedings if it would be prudent to interrupt so splendid a creature as Miss Eustacia on his poor trivial account.