Alistair slept exceptionally well. He had a vague recollection of having a wonderful dream, though he could not remember what it was about.
Yet right at the end of the dream, his hand met empty air, and he jerked awake instantly.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a stretch of black bedsheets. It took him a full second to remember that he had fallen asleep in Snape's bed last night.
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