WHO: Heathcote Creepy Barbary and Amelia Gibbon.
WHEN: Middle of the night~
WHERE: Hufflepuff boys' dormitories, then outside later on.
SUMMARY: Amelia creeps on Creepy and then they finally go through with their plan to roll down a hill.
RATING: PG? PG-13, for cursing, since it is Creepy?
WARNINGS: Cursing is it, I think. And maybe some perversion.
STATUS: Complete~!


Creepy hadn't planned to even consider going to sleep early, because he would rather staying up late much more, but hey, he was kind of tired and still had some annoying to do. Tossing his quill and parchment over to the side, Creepy grabbed his guitar from against his bed and started to strum out random notes on it, because whatever, he didn't care if he annoyed everyone in the dormitories. After all, that was his Goal For the Night.

It took him about twenty minutes before he was tired of the random groaning and threats of throwing pillows at him before Creepy got tired of it and even more sleepy, so he set his guitar down as carefully as possible back to where he always kept it, then got comfortable in his bed. It wasn't like he was worried about what his dorm mates would thing, because that was hardly the case at all, but he didn't want to deal with anymore complaining than he already had; he was only human. And he also didn't want to carelessly drop his guitar like he would've any other time, because Creepy doubted his mother would be as willing (which wasn't very willing at all) to send him another one so soon, especially since she'd told him not to break the one he'd initially taken on the train with him.

Creepy started off sleeping on his side, a pillow hugged close to his chest, randomly sitting up to run a hand through his messy hair to make sure that none of his nightmares would come true of someone -- a dorm mate, obviously -- setting his hair on fire for being such a nuisance while he was asleep. Those dreams occurred more often than Creepy would've liked for them to, considering he tended to get on people's nerves more often than not, and intentionally at that. That was probably why not a lot of people liked him, but then again, he could never be too sure if it was his annoying habits or his hair. It was always the hair, for fuck's sake.

A lot of the time, while sleeping, Creepy would toss and turn, mostly due to his dreams. Right now, he was dreaming of breaking the guitar he'd been so careful not to break just before he fell asleep, and it was his fault this time around in his dream. Okay, so maybe it'd been his fault on the train, too, but people knew how he felt about those! If he could boycott those completely, he would, without a second thought. But instead of smashing the guitar against a seat like he had on the train, he instead threw it at a door, shouting at the top of his lungs something about not wanting to do his coursework. And actually, he was also shouting (...not quite shouting, though) that out in his sleep, too, so he really did sleep talk. No one ever bothered to tell him that before, and no one probably ever would; the fucks.