Not actually in the tower, Cora sat at the bottom of the stairs, a book in her lap. It was not quite curfew, so she didn't need to worry about moving just yet. It was late enough that no one would be wandering in this direction, but not quite time for the night classes that the tower held. But it was quiet, and empty. Tending to avoid the common room at almost all costs, and not wanting to be around people in the library, the seclusion was nice.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the wall, flinching for a moment as she hit a bruise. Although she had not been at home for very long over the Christmas break, but her parents seemed to have made up for the small time that she had been there.
Though the weather was quite cold, Blaine still wandered to the top of the astronomy tower from time to time in between her lessons. When the weather was particularly bad, she did host the classes in a room in the tower as to not freeze herself or her students, but she still liked to get a few moments in the crisp night air when she could.
Making her way up the stairs to the tower, having just done a sweep of the castle to start nudging straggling students to their dorms before curfew, Blaine was surprised to find one student nearby, though she supposed she shouldn't have been particularly surprised to see who it was. "Miss Roswell," she greeted gently.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Cora tensed. It was near curfew, why was anyone walking in this direction? She relaxed slightly when she saw that it was Professor Orion, but not entirely. Cora may have trusted her the most out of all of the teachers, but that did not completely ease the wariness that had settled deep in her bones. “Good evening, professor,” she returned, and her eyes flickered to her watch to make sure that she wasn’t out of curfew. Not quire, she was safe for a few moments more.
Though experience had taught her that that may not mean she would avoid getting in trouble completely. Close to breaking the rules did occasionally bring the same consequences. “I’m going soon,” she said quickly, to forstall being told off for that.
In her second year of teaching now, Blaine knew enough to be able to read the majority of her students on at least a basic level. And she'd spoken with Cora outside of lessons on a few occasions now so it was easy to see the tension in the girl's shoulders once she realized a professor had stumbled upon her. "It's okay. You're not in trouble," she assured the girl. In most cases, a 'yet' would hang onto the end of the phrases, but that was not the case this time. Blaine had no intention of it. "What brings you up here so late?"
Cora eyed the professor, wondering whether or not she should trust those words. Why wouldn't she be in trouble? It was nearly curfew, and there was seven flights of stairs that she had to go down before that. But she choose not to question it, in case Professor Orion changed her mind. "I'm just studying," she said, with a gesture to the book in her lap. "It's quiet up here." Away from all the people that might harass her. She couldn't deal with that right now.