Late Night Thinking -
Noémie Gravesend - February 1, 2026
February 1st, 1896 — Hogsmeade; The Slums
Noémie had looked into the night sky, the moon shining a bright light on her skin as her hair blew in the wind. She was not really as cold; it never really bothered her. The wind felt like a blanket enveloping her in a hug.
Late nights like this were what she enjoyed. It was like Noémie didn't have to worry about anyone interrupting her thoughts; it was rather peaceful. It wasn't until she heard something from the distance, causing her to stand as her eyes were scanning the area.