Secret passages were unnecessary and walls pointless to a creature who could climb vertical surfaces as easily as walking on flat ground. With all the creatures on the grounds and in the forest, who would notice one more strange beast moving through the shadows of the night?

Jackson's gaze faltered at the question, glancing away, before refocusing on Draco. What the hell kind of question was THAT? Of course he wasn't sleeping. He was a fifth year. That meant extra tests to study for. Extra stress. Then there were quiddich practices on top of it. If he wanted a chance at being captain soon, he had to push harder, he had to be better.

"What do you think?" he snapped. He sat up a little straighter, still looking irritated. "Look, I don't know anything. I haven't talked to Isaac in years. What else do you want?"