Prefect

[Prefect dashes down the stairs after Sam in a state of nigh panic, glancing over his shoulder as he finally escapes from the death trap level. There is literally no way this floor could be as bad as the last one was...

Turning back to face Sam, Prefect feels a sudden flutter of affection in his stomach. Why he'd even been worried he doesn't know now, of course Sam would get them through the traps eventually, it's all part of his wardens quiet, controlling charm. Now is not the time to think about Sams strange new attractiveness though, he should probably try to find Peter! Running around like a little boy can not be a good idea right now, so Prefect takes off into the corridor, stealing a wistful glance over his shoulder to check if Sam is looking at him as he goes to look for Peter.]

Oh The days are long and we might see red
But after you've done work, and you've been fed
For a peaceful place to rest down your head
You can't do better than a Prefect bed!

[Prefect is just sort of pottering about in his bed shop, he'll probably go home soon, or he might pick one of his beds and have a little sleep in it. If anyone wants him, this is where to find him!]