The waning white moon was still nearly full, and the blood moon was a little over a quarter lit. The grounds of the campus were bright enough that he didn’t want to risk being seen running across the lawn. At this hour, few people would be watching, but the ones who would be were prefects. He didn’t need any trouble from them right now. Rellings had done a lights-out check at ten bells, which he had never done before, and then another check at eleven bells. After that, two fourth-years got in his face and told him to cut it out and let them sleep. Veranix had crafted an illusion of himself sleeping in his bed, and hoped it would be enough to pass if Rellings looked in his room. Shadows and bushes kept him hidden all the way to the carriage house. The door was open a crack. Quietly he slipped inside. “I can’t believe you’re going out again,” Kaiana said. She was sitting on a bale of hay, reading a book by the weak light of her oil lamp.
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