Doors slammed, once, twice. Angry stoomps up the stairs and across the corridors then another *Bang!*
Of course, all accompanied throughout with a swirlly chain of curses. Then... silence. A false one I say. And as is routine. A quick repetition of the process follows and into the last closed door a flurry of activity ensuses.
"Lovely", I whisper in annoyances tinged with fear as I scramble to block the door and swipe back inside my duvet to cover my ears and pretend nothing is amiss as I go back to sleep, desperately as a look across at the time: 4:00am...