Justin rolled over in bed. He wasn't asleep, because who could be? He couldn't quite believe this was happening. Everything was happening, all the time, and it just wouldn't stop anymore. One thing piled on another on another. It all kept chasing itself around inside his head. He still hadn't told anyone what had happened with his mother, not really. That it had "boiled over," as he'd told Neville, was the understatement of the year.
He wanted to tell Anthony, but he knew he wouldn't. Anthony would be mad, and he would worry, and it was just more than he needed right now. Justin would fight his own battles alone for now. It was better that way. He picked up his wand and charmed a soft light to the inside of his bed curtains before he remembered Anthony had actually asked a question. "Of course," he sighed, and beckoned Anthony inside.