When the young wizards of Dormitory 403 were lying on their beds having a chat at night.
In another ancient castle far from the academy, Sir Friedman had just left his lounge alone, silently appearing in the pitch-black corridor.
The powerful vision of a vampire allowed him to see clearly even at night, without the need for any Lighting Spell. This avoided a lot of trouble.
In the strictly regulated Alpha Fortress, the curfew after ten o'clock at night was a rule every student had to follow. So, at this moment, as Friedman walked down the empty and quiet corridor, no students were in sight.
Even so, the Duke still cast a Phantasmic Body Spell on himself to avoid any accidents. He hated accidents now, of any form.
