Sybill stared out at the setting sun from the ledge of the Owlrey's rooftop and sighed softly. She rarely came out here, but she needed to think, and there was a warm cross breeze up on the roof. She opened up her transfiguration book, a subject she desperately needed to study for her upcoming NEWTs. She blinked back the sun's bright light as it cast golden red hues over the lake and her ears perked up when she heard a couple of voices coming up the stairs. "No peace anywhere," she muttered to herself and burried her nose back into her book. Secretly, however, she wished for the company.