Who: Amelia Bones and Severus Snape What: Hanging out on the full moon Where: Severus and Draco's house When: Backdated to late Sunday night Rating: PG13 for alchy?
After a long while of drinking, talking, and just general enjoyment of each other's company in a time where everyone seemed to be a bit out of sorts, it seemed that it was time to head to bed. Draco had headed off to his room to retire about twenty minutes previously, but Amelia still sat on the edge of Severus' bed, staring blankly at the wall and realizing she wasn't nearly as tired as she ought to have been. Perhaps it was just the fact her mind was racing, but she felt sleep was too far away to even try. So walking back downstairs in her black yoga pants and t-shirt she reserved for comfy sleeping attire, she tried to carefully make her way through the house and to the kitchen to pour herself another drink.
Of course she had noticed earlier he seemed a bit off, jumpy almost. But she ignored it, not wanting to bring up the subject if he didn't want to discuss it. Or worse yet, if there was nothing wrong at all and she was just imagining the tension. But as she got to the bottom of the stairs, she realized the older occupant of the house wasn't sleeping either, and it didn't exactly appear he was trying to in the least bit. Walking over to the living area, she tilted her head a bit and questioned, "Are you not tired either then?"