Who: Andrew Kirke and Evan Potter What: Difficulty sleeping. Where: Panquake House, then Evan's bedroom. When: Thursday 13th / Friday 14th October, late night / early morning. Status: Complete.
Costume shopping had taken longer than Andrew had anticipated. Or, more accurately, hanging out with Ginny after they'd stopped shopping for the night had taken about as long as it usually did, which meant Andrew didn't get home and into bed until it was late. He'd missed Evan being there, but not enough to journal him and demand he come over. They didn't spend every night together so it wasn't as if Andrew needed to worry about where Evan was. It had taken him some time to fall asleep - his mind kept straying back to Elise, and from her to Byron and Toby and Ginny and all the advice he'd sought and received. He still didn't know what he wanted to do. Most pressingly, he didn't know whether or not he should ask Elise why she wanted to get to know him. He was a stranger to her, and Andrew couldn't seem to find any special motive or connection just because they happened to share a parent that Andrew had barely even met.
Eventually, after putting some music on quietly to banish the oppressive silence, Andrew dropped off. He was woken, a few hours later, by a piercing yowl. Andrew groaned and stumbled out of bed, fumbling for his wand and aiming for the record player assuming it had malfunctioned. He didn't get two steps away from bed before he felt a warm furry something between his feet and came crashing to the ground swearing. It was then, with his face wreathed in fog, that he recognised two glowing red lights. "Jim?" For a moment, before he realised he was in Pancake house, it seemed natural that Jim should be there. Andrew sat up. "Jim! Shut up!" The cat-demon (more demon, Andrew was inclined to think just now) was still meowing loudly, digging his claws into Andrew's leg as he moved up to yowl directly in his face.
One hand wrapped around a soon-to-be-bruised shin, Andrew pushed Jim away with the other. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Jim had always been able, unnervingly, to get through the wards around Evan's room - but Hogsmeade was a long way from London. Andrew shuffled to his bedside table, lighting his wand and waving both hands to disperse some of the fog. Once he felt he could breathe again, without risking inhaling fumes from less-than-savoury places, Andrew made a grab for the demon, who stepped out of his reach without ceasing his meowing.
"I'm going to take you home," Andrew explained. He had no idea if Jim could get home on his own, and he was quite certain Jim could handle all of Panquake's dogs in a fight, but it still didn't feel right to leave him wandering around unsupervised. As if he'd heard and understood the words, Jim stilled and let Andrew pick him up. With a percussive 'crack', Andrew apparated them both to Evan's bedroom, which was dark save for the light of Andrew's wand. It was also, surprisingly, empty of Evan. The bed had obviously been slept in, but was not currently occupied. Jim jumped down from Andrew's arms and disappeared under the bed.
The temptation to just crash land on Evan's bed and go back to sleep was great, but when Andrew sat on the edge of the bed to put his wand down, assuming Evan would be back from the loo in a few minutes, Jim swatted at his bare feet. "What is wrong with you?" Andrew asked, hurrying away from the sharp tips of Jim's claws. "Did Evan forget to feed you?" Heading to the kitchen, thinking Jim might let him sleep if Andrew made sure there was food in his bowl, Andrew stopped at the sight of a familiar figure watching the kettle. "Well if you're up, why did Jim come get me?" he asked, only now realising the oddness of it. If Jim needed food, there were three humans right there in the house that could feed him.