❝ I swear I’m going to off myself if this class gets any more boring. ❞

     [ He should be sleeping–he knows he should. But for some reason, he’s laying on his side on his four-poster, Marauder’s Map in one hand, wand in the other, watching with a furrowed brow as Draco’s footsteps pace back and forth in the third corridor. ]

     [ It must be past midnight, and his eyes are weary from tiredness, but he’s got to figure out why Malfoy decided this was the time to go stalking around the halls. It’s not until he hears stirring at the door of the dormitory–probably Seamus coming up to bed, before he puts out the light from the tip of his wand with a whispered ‘Nox’ and fades off into restless sleep. ]