He tiptoed out of Ginny's room, eyes darting about on the landing in the hopes that no one was up and about to spot him. He surefootedly traversed one flight of stairs to the next landing above, studying the closed door to Ron's room, from which he had snuck out last night. He could hear steady and even breathing, punctuated by a few apneic snores, coming from the other side, and all without even having to press his ear to the jamb. Good. The bloke was still asleep.