Her cabin is not this cold, and her bed is not this hard. There's no cat sleeping by her ankles, and she instantly feels the chilly grass and the ground underneath her. Scrambling up to her bare feet with her wand at the ready, Sylla finds her heavy grey overcoat, her green galoshes, and Antonia's silly watermelon jumper have fallen from where they were heaped over her legs. The misty night is far too cold for her pajamas, and she scans the ground and the other students emerging from their states of slumber. She has heard the rumours of the tall boy dragged from his sleeping bag, her classmate wandering the woods, and she is under no such illusions that this isn't related. Listening to the cries and curses around her, she gathers her things and stops for a moment to put her galoshes on, looking around the group to see if she can find Antonia.