Dean hadn't had a good night. He'd slept for a while only to wake from a poorly remembered nightmare and be unable to shrug it off and sleep again. He'd tried for a while but given up in the end and spent the next few hours making sesame chicken to last the week, and some lemon sugar cookies to take with him for the quidditch get together later.
Then of course he'd poked his to-do list and got some stray laundry done, only to start gulping down far too much coffee and heading for his studio. He remembered to take the cookies with him so he could go straight over to Seamus' but got caught up painting a portrait of a friend of Braith's who had agreed to sit for him a few weeks ago and lost all track of the time. The only thing he paused for was coffee, and grabbing more paint. His music played, and sometimes he hummed or sang along, but mostly he just painted.