Evening rounds used to be a time for quiet contemplation for Reece. He knows that people were definitely always misbehaving, but as a sophomore prefect he'd very rarely caught anyone out of bed or misbehaving. This year, it's been different. And after the incident with the MACUSA agents and the (apparently nonmagical) moose before break, tonight he's on high alert.

So. Seeing Micah St. Clair running off into the woods at a breakneck pace probably doesn't surprise him as much as it should.

He still takes a second to react, though - he's never been one for action. Between that, and the fact that he'd been further up the trail than Micah had, and the other fact that he is just not as in shape as a Quidditch player like Micah inevitably is means that the younger boy gets a considerable head start on him. He tries to follow Micah's path into the woods, but - it's dark, and he didn't really see where he was going - and he has no idea where Micah is now, which is--

Bad. It's very bad.

Reece lights his wand with a lumos charm, holding it above his head to try to cast some light out into the woods. He's far enough now from the tree line that he's not sure where it is, exactly, but that's a problem for after he finds Micah.

"Micah?" he yells out. "Micah, where are you?"