Dennis had spent most of the time after replying to Harry, staring at the ceiling. He was worried about his parents. He was worried about Jimmy and Jimmy's parents and just everyone. Everything felt uncomfortable and out of sync. He was fourteen. He wasn't supposed to be worrying about whether his parents would be killed by some crazy psychopath that wanted to take over the wizarding world. Then again, he shouldn't be worried that that same person wanted to kill him, his brother, his boyfriend, and a good portion of his mates either.
He didn't want to bother anyone with his inability to sleep, so he got up and quietly made his way down to the commons, wondering for a brief moment if he shouldn't stop to see if Colin was awake.
After a moment, he shook his head and kept going down the stairs. His eyes rested on Victoria sitting on the couch. She looked concerned so he moved over to her quietly, doing his best not to startled her as he sat down next to her. "Hey," he said quietly, not really sure what else he was supposed to say now.