Spencer was pretty sure that it had been reasonably early when he'd finally climbed into his sleeping bag and promptly fallen somewhere between 'dead asleep' and 'unconscious' -- maybe around nine o'clock, but that was after not much sleep since midnight the previous day. The bindrune had been tenacious and exhausting, but it had left him with stupid adrenaline running through his veins, and then there had been some kids who'd made a ridiculous attempt to throw rocks at house elves out of a window, and nearly fallen out themselves, and all in all, Spencer was really, really enjoying his sleep. In a strange sort of way, what with the whole dead asleep thing, but enjoying nonetheless.
Enough, anyway, that being woken only a few hours later to Gerard Way climbing in a window and shouting excitedly about things was not really on his to do list. Spencer rolled over and made a grumpy noise, pulling the hood of the sleeping bag up over his head, and then some of the words Gerard was shouting sank through, and he sat upright, rubbing his eyes and blinking blearily about. Jon was crouched beside some Hufflepuff girls, talking intently with his head bent low, and Mikey was on watch by the door.
Mikey looked tired, too, and something twinged in Spencer's chest. He wished this was over, already, that he could steal Mikey and head back to the greenhouses or Mikey's room and climb into bed and sleep for a couple of days. Instead, he sat up and blinked, trying to take in Gerard's details about house elves and fire and centaurs and no, seriously, more house elves, swarming into the courtyard.
"Fuck," Spencer rasped, and struggled out of his sleeping bag, raking a hand through his hair. A bunch of the kids had woken up, too, were staring wide-eyed and slightly terrified. He made his way over to where Mikey was, trying to wake up. "Alright, uh. How long do we think the door is going to hold?" He glanced around at the kids. "We should probably see about getting them safer. In case."