Kennedy felt as if his brain had been probed and poked at by invisible needles. His head hurt and he was seeing dots. He leaned on a bookshelf, trying to catch his breath. It felt as if he ran from the Great Hall all the way here. Actually, he didn't even know where he was going until he was surrounded by books. It was as if his body knew where to take him.

What just happened left him drained and the dots he was seeing were swirling around in the air making it hard for his vision to focus. His legs were feeling like jelly and so he slid down until he was sitting down, his head resting on the books behind him.

Words...lot of words were running through his mind right now. He ran his hand through his hair as he vision began to blur.

He was sleepy.