Surprise, Miguel also couldn't sleep. He didn't want to keep taking Neville's potions, because he hated the idea of being so... unavailable, really. So, he'd decided to try a few nights without them, and this was the first night. And so far, he'd managed an hour of sleep, ten minutes of "shock, shock, what the shock," and two hours of reading up on more magical theory out in the living room with Mouse drooling on his feet.
And then his phone started ringing. It was answered within one ring since everyone else in the apartment was asleep. "Need to get you a holo-agent," he said, rather than something boring like 'Hi' or whatever. "What's up?"