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Who: Katherine and YOU ( Seriously, anyone at all who happens to be awake and wants to run into the kid. )
What: Late night wandering in the castle, possibly continue on to wandering outside.
When: Forward date to Wednesday (3/20) night. As in waaaaay past her bedtime. Whoops.
Where: Anywhere she can go to in the castle and then onto the castle grounds later on.
Rating: G? PG? - Just a kid exploring so I doubt anything more than that would be expected.

[ There had been some nights where she was able to sleep well enough. No dreams to keep her up once she had managed to fall asleep in bed with a book in hand. Or if she did dream, she couldn't remember them in the morning. But there were other nights where her dreams would wake her up and keep her conscious until the very early hours of the morning. Although it might be more accurate to say they were nightmares, not dreams.

This night just so happens to be one of them.

She keeps her journal with her as she leaves her room, only after tugging on her familiar yellow coat and tying her hair back into a messy ponytail. There's a brief pause where she makes sure the door is closed right before she listens for any signs of someone else in the tower being awake. Hearing none Katherine tucks her journal away in her coat and makes her way over to the stairs to lead away from the tower. ]

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Conan didn't deal with insomnia often. His child's body, with its need for more sleep, usually saw to that. But every now and then the thoughts and ideas that constantly ran through his head here plagued him enough to drive him out into the castle at night.

He leaves his journal behind and sets off for the kitchen. With very few others awake, maybe he could get away with making his own tea for once.

[ Learning that it was normal (was that even the right word to use in a place like this?) to see other people up and about at such a late hour. That didn't keep her from arching an eyebrow when she caught sight of a child, looking no more than half her age, walking about.

Unable to ignore that nagging little troublemaker known as curiosity, Katherine followed him as quietly as she could, noting that he seemed to be heading in the direction of the kitchen. ]