The next day was Saturday. Nothing happened during the night, and Aisling woke to the noisy birdsong in the Forbidden Forest.
The moment she opened her eyes, Roy's infuriating face filled her view. When Aisling stretched, she nearly poked her fingers into Roy's nostrils.
"Damn it, what are you doing?! Pervert!"
Startled, Aisling tried to sit up too quickly, only to get tangled in her sleeping bag and slam face-first onto the ground.
Roy's scare and her fall had completely chased away Aisling's sleepiness. She struggled to her feet and angrily confronted the exhausted-looking Roy, embarrassed and furious.
"Are you a pervert? Why were you watching me sleep?!"
The dark circles under Roy's eyes were terrible. Having stayed up all night, he had no mood to argue with Aisling. He took out the notebook he had brought into the bedroom last night, yawned, and began giving Aisling instructions without waiting for her response.
"I wasn't watching you. I'm going to find Dumbledore. These are Communication Notebooks I rushed out overnight. If something happens, write it in one of them, and everyone else will receive it through their own notebooks."
As he explained, Roy opened his notebook, took out an exquisite golden pen, and casually sketched a simple drawing on the page.
At the same time, ink marks appeared out of nowhere on the blank page of another notebook, slowly gathering into a crooked little bee.
Last night, fake Aisling had baited Roy into blowing his ultimate move with a basic attack, utterly breaking his defenses. The plan he had painstakingly prepared for so long had been exposed so easily, and after reflecting on it, Roy had spent the entire night making this Communication Notebook, practically a walkie-talkie.
"Of course, they won't work over too great a distance, but they're pretty