Roux’s fidgeting had lingered longer than usual, stepping into the boundaries of inconformity threatening to reach an unbearable boiling spot. The reasons behind it were as unknown as the rest of the notion he was restless and a bit stressed out of nowhere. The bloke maintained a posture, holding it for longest he could, yet it was necessary to change it eventually due the constant and irritating numbness taking over his limbs, and practically upon every part of his frame. He was shirtless, sensing the cushioned surface of the bed against his bare back. He wouldn’t mind being scolded for doing so, since it was the privacy of his dorm, even when he shared it with someone else. Barring the fact he was uneasy for some alien motive, Roux was experiencing the nostalgia of missing France and that of what could be found solely there. His stomach began to stir, causing some muddling jig within, as though someone was shoving it from the very inside. Not to the point to render him nauseous, it was a matter of perusing, as he wasn’t comfortable enough to get back to sleep.

He needn’t to glance at the clock, knowing for sure that it was later than any decent sleeping time would be considered to be like. Sighing deeply, the Slytherin shuddered outside of his slumber, pulling himself to the edge of the bed and landing both feet inside his boots; not minding on tying the knots as he began to shuffle through the room, making his best to don’t make any noise, as he wasn’t fond of being awaken, he wouldn’t do it to anyone else. All he could think of was to find some ease, and to just spare a moment of leisure for himself. The dim room proved to be nothing but an ostentatious place even by the weak light of his wand, as he shook it lightly, whispering ‘lumos’ only to himself. Roux dismissed the moans and some of the yawns that his roommates emitted in his sneaking out, slipping through the door as a furtive thief, set and stealth within such darkness, aiming his wand at the front, so he could actually know where he was heading to.

Once he slithered onto the corridor, the flames from the torches seemed to provide him enough illumination to disregard his wand, stuffing it inside his pocket just as he extended the robe he had taken with him, putting an arm in and then the other as he donned himself with it, strolling through the endless hallway. The path from the dormitories to the common room was quite long, in order to prevent people to actually sneak out at night, though it didn’t hinder his meander at all. Roux tugged the robe in front of his chest as he took both laces and tied a good knot at his waist, covering his chest from being visible at simple sight. In spite of how alluring it would be to stray shirtless through the empty hallways at midnight, Roux had to resist the urge to do it, since his stay was only linked to a weak bond with his father and his position at the school. Gallivanting was an activity where he enjoyed himself, yet, it was preferable to do it during the day, with the sunlight bathing him and his surroundings, though the moonlit venue seemed as much appealing as the sunlit one.

The thrill of escaping after curfew was something beyond compare, and it was a matter that could be extremely amusing to him, to even be called, seducing. He had somehow promised to be attached to rules, at least for a while, since he had been summoned at the Deputy Headmistress’s office quite frequently that he could almost be considered a visitor with preference and privileges. Within the commodities, there were a cushioned seat, a glass with water, and a place right before the woman itself, making it an irresistible scene. Replete of sarcasm, his thoughts reeled, quite relentlessly and in ample circles. Scampering ahead rules wasn’t an activity he had worn out from practising – at least not yet.

Without notion, the bloke had already gotten outside of the Common Room, guided by his footsteps and by the instinct of hunger. For some odd reason, his stomach was reclaiming for food, and he couldn’t think of anything else but just assaulting the kitchens. Being there for little, the student had learnt how and when to request for appetites to the House Elves that worked there. He couldn’t say he had befriended any of them, but the least he had somehow gained their trust and their servant hearts, wishing to please him at will. Roux couldn’t exactly reject such an opportunity to satiate his whims, and especially when they were related to aliments and to nourishing himself.

“Rendezvous … at le cuisine ” he muttered in his walk, moving as hastily as his strides permitted it. Quite used to eschewing prefects whilst heading towards the kitchens, the action had turned quite predictable and it was more than simple to just elude them, knowing their shifts, their vigilance zones and the active spots where they could stand for most part of the time. Occasionally he halted, letting the prefect passed him by, keeping his route nonchalantly until the very hall. He made it through the gates, opening them slightly so he could slide between the wood, entering the kitchens. “It’s time for a feast…” he greeted, clapping his hands briefly, as he acknowledged the attention of some of the House Elves upon him. As soon as he seated at the table designated for Slytherin, he was hedged by a couple of them, asking for instructions.

“I’m feeling hungry… bring the usual…” he grinned widely just as one of them clicked its fingers and made a huge plate with meat to appear. Roux’s eyes popped out of their sockets, quite enchanted with the impression. However, as soon as the bloke disposed himself to devour the meal, he could hear something from behind, forcing him to dart his sight upon the gates, with a deadpan serious stare aimed at whoever thought of crossing the threshold.