And yet this lake, for all of Milliways' noisy multiversal chaos, has its own kind of midnight peace.

(and I shall have some peace there)

They're almost to the rock now, a wide boulder with a flat weathered top. It might have been a glacial deposit, if Milliways had normal geology; perhaps, in the Scotland of Hogwarts, it is. River settles silently onto it, pulling her legs to her chest with her skirt tucked around them against the cold.

(for peace comes dropping slow)