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Post by MILA LANCASTER on May 21, 2024 20:23:51 GMT -5
Even the Common Room could be cozy on cold, blustery January nights like this one. Despite the howling of the wind outside, she found solace upon the floor in front of the crackling fire, opting to sit there with her nightgown tucked underneath her, as opposed to in one of the stiff, high-backed chairs. A book lay open beside her, but was being pointedly neglected as she focused her attention upon the task of running her fingers through her long, dark hair instead.
It was late. Unreasonably so. And yet her thoughts wouldn't calm long enough for her to drift off to sleep. She'd laid in bed for half an hour, using every trick she could think of to help make herself doze. But to no avail. The only idea left was to grab the most dreadfully boring book she could think of (which just so happened to be for her wizarding finance class) and flip through that until she felt drowsy enough to head back to the girl's dormitory. What she hadn't anticipated was just how well it work. Even now, as she threaded delicate fingers through her sleep-tousled locks, she felt her eyes grow heavy and her vision blur. And then, before she knew it, she began to doze to the sound of the crackling flames— and sprawled across the floor in nothing but her thin nightgown as sleep finally claimed her.
Last Edit: May 21, 2024 20:32:55 GMT -5 by MILA LANCASTER
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on May 22, 2024 2:53:58 GMT -5
Once again, Don couldn't fall asleep. He no longer thought having been petrified had anything to do with it, not directly at least. Whenever he did sleep, the nightmares he had were not about being attacked by some mysterious beast; they were about leaving Hogwarts. His parents still insisted that he should return home and go to a Muggle school, where he would be safe. Yeah, right, safe from everything but tedium. It had been a good call not to go home for Christmas - that way his parents couldn't prevent him from returning. They hadn't yet dared to write to the Headmistress about having Don quit his magical education, probably hoping they could convince him to do so voluntarily. He had a few more months left to make them believe he was just fine here.
Arriving from the dormitory, he had expected to find the common room empty - it usually was at this hour. Yet there was a figure curled up on the floor, which seemed unusual for this overly-dignified snakepit. He walked closer, light on his feet and, luckily for the sleeper, not feeling like pranking anyone at the moment. The older girl looked familiar; wasn't she also being ostracised by their housemates? He didn't know the reason for it, but he could bet it had to be something to do with her blood status.
"This isn't the safest place for a nap - and I speak from experience," he warned, knowing his voice would wake her.
