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Benjamin Wolffe (lone_wolffe) wrote in beyondthepages,
@ 2010-04-03 21:55:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2023 09, ashley legard, benjamin wolffe

RP: Sleepless
Characters: Ben, Ashley
Time/Date: Shortly after 10 pm, September 3 2023
Location: The infirmary
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Ben can't sleep so he goes to the Infirmary
Status: Complete

Ben was sure that in a night or two he would just be exhausted enough to sleep through the night no matter what sort of dreams he had. The question was whether or not he wanted to tough it out. He usually kept a few potions on hand, but in the hustle and bustle of moving, it had been forgotten.

Now he'd had two nights of spotty sleep and while his thoughts had lately often drifted to silly reasons to visit Ashley, he didn't want to have an actual reason. It was embarrassing at best. She had even mentioned needing to help the children sometimes because of nightmares. So, clearly, his problem was childish and immature. He wondered how much of it had to do with Bellatrix coming back to life right in the middle of the great hall, but even knowing the trigger didn't make him feel any better about it.

Twice now he had started out of his room before changing his mind, but given that the third time was a charm, this time he made it out into the hallway. It wasn't even that late yet so he hoped she hadn't already gone to bed. Though maybe if she had, he would just leave and go back the next morning.

Managing not to completely talk himself out of this -- because he really did want to sleep -- he let himself into the Infirmary when he reached it, hazel eyes glancing around in search of Ashley.

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pages_of_ash
2010-04-04 06:14 pm UTC (link)

She smiled softly to him, brushing her fingertips over his hair gently before she pressed up to her feet. She wondered how long she would continue to deny that there was something there. There had to be.

"Goodnight, Benjamin," she said softly, bluegrey gaze lingering on him. "I will see you soon," she assured him before she turned for the door. There was little reason to linger, after all; he'd come to her for a potion to sleep. He intended to sleep. She should go do the same.

She paused at the door briefly before she decided to keep any thoughts of proposals for a date to herself, at least for now. Perhaps ... soon, she might ask, if he did not. With a last glance to him, she wiggled her fingers in a wave before letting herself out.

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