Last Chance At.... Love?- Perciver

Sleeping in Hell

I don't know if I should be worried for myself, or for Oliver. Over the many years we have shared a room he has never had a difficult time falling asleep. Ever. And yet there he was in his sleepless glory at four or five in the morning scaring the daylights out of me.

I have always had these insomniac episodes, usually not for to long, at most two weeks, but nothing to be worried about. It's what helped me get so far ahead in all of my classes, because if I couldn't sleep, then at least I could get something else done. This current episode has been about a week already, and I'm exhausted.

I kept myself under control for most of the day, only briefly dozing in mathematics, to be awoken by the scratching of the chalk on the board. But by the time dinner came around, I was dead on my feet and anger was bubbling. Like most people, when i get extremely tired, it get easily irritated. And seeing Ron look at me with that disgust that the twins had feed him, made me almost explode there at the table. However I am a man of class and I am not going to loose my cool in front of the whole school because my brother is being a pain. Although a part of my brain is asking why not, because that's what brains do. I condense my anger, and keep it tight in my chest. 

After dinner, we are given a few hours before we are imprisoned to our houses, so I make my way up the staircase that branches off of the boys staircase, to my own Head Boy room. 

These rooms are gorgeous. With royal reds and golds, and other shades of similar warm hues. In the center of the room is a large bed, with enough room to fit, the twins, Ginny, Ron, and I all on it comfortably. Now I don't deny the fact of having this room to myself is quite lovely, however the room is very quiet. Deathly quiet. Suffocatingly  quiet. A kind of quiet that a middle child is not used to. A type of quiet that makes one hair stand on end. I hear voices outside the door, and I get out faster than I care to admit, just to get out of that room. 

I creak open the door, and make quick work to the landing that overlooks the commons. Who else would it be than Penny, with Eliot following in tow like a lovesick puppy. As he usually dose. 

"Greetings Hermit," Penny greets in her usual chipper tone. I laugh, and Eliot forces a laugh.