We don’t bother following him, we can’t enter the Room if he is inside and waiting outside for him draws too much attention. After dinner we find our usual spots in the Common Room. The fire is calling out to me, whispering my name and begging to be touched. I want to have it crawl up my body and heat me up, I’m always cold since my humanity is suppressed. I sit as close as possible, without being suspicious. My arm is dangling over the edge of the couch and pulling the power towards me, letting it fill me up.