Limerence

Insomnia

in.som.ni.a

/inˈsämnēə/

noun

habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep.

A/N WOOT! Another update, I know you five people who have read this fanfic have been waiting and are HYPE, about this update!

-The Bandit King

Rowan would constantly lay awake at night. The thoughts that she tried so hard to bury by small distractions in the daytime would arise and prevent any shut eye. Tonight was no different, there she lay, surrounded by unwanted thoughts that would beat up the inside of her mind. Eventually, Rowan had enough of moving sleeping positions in hopes of sleep and she slipped out of her bed. The dorm in which most of the ideas would blossom was more like a cage, and Rowan felt suffocated. She stalked down the stairs into the cozy room below.
A fireplace crackled pitifully as it glowed its last embers, begging for another log for it to consume. Rowan began to slink around the darkening room when another wild idea exploded into her brain. The thirst for adventure. It overcame any feeling of caution, and Rowan soon found herself sneaking towards the door. The castle she called home was filled with so many secrets, and Rowan wanted to know all of them.
The door shut behind her much louder than Rowan wanted, in fact, it made her jump. She merrily chuckled at herself and proceeded onward. As she stealthily walked past the entrance to the kitchens, a loud sound averted her gaze from the floor in front of her. It was laughter. A sharp, barking laugh erupted through the corridor, followed by shushing. Rowan then decided to make a slight detour from her original path. Besides, that laugh did sound awfully familiar.
"You're such an idiot!" A voice giggled in a hushed tone. "Shut the fuck up! She told me the beat, just give me a minute!" Another sharp voice snapped quietly. "Well, clearly you don't remember it, or you wouldn't be covered in vinegar!" Rowan shuttered at the mention of the odorous liquid. All Hufflepuffs fear vinegar, for the barrels used to protect their common room would explode all over the poor soul who forgot the beat to get into the house. Rowan stalked towards the voices, each of them growing louder with each step. When she finally reached the corner leading towards the entrance to her common room, she peered around it. Unsurprisingly, the people loitering around the outside were none other than the Marauders, minus herself and Remus. Relaxing after she'd realized exactly who was trying to break into her common room, Rowan let out a sigh. She looked around the corner again and chuckled as she looked at the wacky scene before her. James was soaked in so much vinegar that his clothes stuck to his body, and his hair was actually flattened against his head. Meanwhile, Sirius and Peter were writhing on the floor, trying miserably to hold back their laughter as James, yet again, went to try and open the entrance.
Deciding quickly that she didn't want to see James get splattered with more vinegar, Rowan swiftly stepped towards the group. "What exactly do you boys think you're doing?" Rowan asked sharply, doing her best impression of McGonagall. The three boys froze, looks of fear plastered on each of their faces. They looked around until they laid eyes on Rowan. Sirius cracked a grin, and quickly stood up. He sprinted towards Rowan with no explanation, covered her mouth, and pick her up. He was running full pace, with the other two in hot pursuit. Rowan gave a very big fight, kicking and wiggling, but it was to no avail.
She soon found herself shoved into a particularly dank and damp broom closet. Sirius, James, and Peter squeezed themselves in. As soon as the door clicked shut, Rowan began bombarding the trio with angry questions. "What the bloody hell was that for?" Sirius smiled sheepishly, "We got a brilliant idea, and came to share it with you." Rowan rolled her eyes, "And this couldn't have waited until morning?" she snapped. James cracked a grin across his face, "We couldn't wait." Peter and Sirius nodded quickly. "Alright, what is this brilliant idea of yours?" Rowan sighed, doing her best impression of Sirius. The boys all exchanged glances before Peter spoke up. "You know Remus's furry little problem?" Rowan nodded, how could she forget.