dean__thomas (dean__thomas) wrote in to_be_or_not, @ 2010-05-16 17:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, character: dean thomas, character: neville longbottom, date: 1998 05 (may), loc: hogwarts |
Disturbed night.
Date & Time: 16th May 1998 | Middle of the night
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom
Location: Hufflepuff accommodation, then the Great Hall.
Summary: Dean and Neville have a chat in the middle of the night.
Dean awoke with a start, panting hard, his body coated in a sheen of cold sweat. His wand was in his hand but looking around in a panic he realised he hadn't cast any spells in his sleep, or as far as he could tell none of the quietly, or not so quietly, snuffling bodies nearby had been hexed or stupified or suffered any of the other spells he had been wildly flinging in his nightmare.
It had been so vivid, almost like he'd been back there again with Greyback chasing him. Not that he'd realised who it was at the time, just that a man had been chasing him, trying to catch him. In the dream he'd turned around and found Greyback's face inches from his own, although luckily his scream hadn't carried into his waking life and he was just sitting up on the bed he'd been using, his heart beating it's way out of his chest.
He knew he wouldn't get back to sleep like this, he'd learnt that over the past couple of months that getting back to sleep after that sort of dream just wasn't going to work. Not with his mind so alert and full of images of crowding trees and men chasing and running, running, running so fast but never quite making it to freedom. Even goblin magic hadn't helped. He would have sighed if his breathing had calmed down enough. As it was he just pushed himself resignedly out of bed, pulling on clothes over his boxers and slipping his feet into his trainers.
The only point the wand left his hand was when it had to to pull on the clothes. Scrabbling around he found a scrap of parchment and quickly scrawled a note for Seamus, or anyone else who might see his usual spot empty. Had nightmare, gone to Great Hall, will be careful. it read.
Working his way almost silently through the sleeping figures of the volunteers, sleeping in a random selection of the Hufflepuff beds.
Once he was out of the inhabited areas he muttered a quick 'lumos' and the wand flared bright to light his path to the Great Hall.
He was on the alert as he moved, knowing that although some of the areas of the castle had been cleared not all of them had and there might be some unexpected surprises around corners at this time of night.
Several minutes later pushed open the doors to the Great Hall and sighed in relief. He hadn't met anything on the way and now he could sit or lie and watch the sky as if he was outside. He found it strangely calming now and in here he was fairly sure he was safe to sit and just be as he calmed down again.
Idly he took the hard-won wand and started to trace light into the air, forming the start of a sketch.