harry potter (bl_harry) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2009-07-26 05:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, loc: lion's den, ron weasley, sept 2002, type: rp |
sleeping sickness;
Date & Time: Sept 26 | ~2 am
Post Type: RP
Status: Open: Private
Character(s): Ron Weasley, Harry Potter
Location: The Lion's Den
Summary: Insomnia leads to another talk on the couches.
Harry had gone to bed determined to fall asleep and stay asleep, but he should have known better. Force of will had never worked for him in the past, and it certainly wasn't going to work now. He finally drifted off after lying in bed for an hour. He woke forty-five minutes later in a cold sweat, his heart racing and his mind filled with vague impressions of terror, the details of which he could not recall.
His eyes went to the bedside drawer. He could take a potion again. It would get him to sleep and keep him from dreaming. It had been working well for him lately. He stopped with his hand halfway to the drawer. No. It was too easy. He'd already used them too many times this week. If he started relying on them, he'd end up with an even worse problem on his hands.
He didn't work tomorrow. He would just wait it out, and let his body fall asleep on its own time. He sighed and closed his eyes and tried not to think. It didn't work. His mind was filled with case reports and dark wizards and the sudden, jarring moments that had begun to plague him - the smallest connections to the war jumping out at him from situations, dragging him into short spells of sweats and shortness of breath- what was wrong with him?
He gave up and was soon padding out of his bedroom in hopes that there was something to clean at this late hour. Maybe he was going crazy. He stopped halfway to the kitchen as he saw Ron dozing on the couch. He hesitated before whim took over, as it so often did. He sighed and flopped down on his own couch, fully expecting that Ron would wake up.
It was time to talk. About what, he wasn't sure. It was just an unspoken rule that when two men were on the sofas in the middle of the night, things would be discussed that never would be otherwise.