Belle was ready for bed at about eleven o’clock. She climbed in and shuffled under her covers. “Night Anne,” she called to her friend in the bed on the opposite side of the room. Anne lowered the book she was reading to look at Belle.
“Oh, night Belle.” She checked her watch, realising it wasn’t as early as she thought it was. “I suppose it is time for us to sleep. Gosh, time flies when you’re reading a good book.” She laughed a little to herself, turning her bedside lamp off.
Belle smiled. She was just about to turn hers off as well when a thought came to her. “Isn’t there supposed to be someone who knocks to tell you to turn the lights out?”
“You mean the house mistress? Yes, but curfew for students is different on weekends, and a lot more laid back. On weekdays, it’s eleven. But on weekends it’s usually around...” Anne scrunched her face up, trying to think. “I’d say twelve-thirty. Not much later, really, but there you go.”
Belle nodded, about to bid Anne goodnight and turn the light out, when she added: “Curfews are different for the library, though. If you have an exam coming up or something, you can stay in there as long as you want. You just have to get a note signed by the librarian if you decide to leave in the middle of the night. You know, to show the teachers or prefects who stop you on the way for questioning.” She laughed to herself, realising how ridiculous that last bit probably sounded.
“Okay,” Belle began. “I think I get it. Anyway, I’ll see you in the morning, Anne. Goodnight.” She turned her lamp and neither of the girls said another word.