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Harron Peasley · 10-05-2023, 11:15 PM

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Originally Posted by Zoe

It could have been the countless hours of studying he had been doing lately, Bagshot's drab historical writing, the charms placed on this part of the common room to make it quiet, or a combination of the three that had caused the fifth year to doze off to sleep. Regardless of how not very comfortable the book and table were in comparison to his bed upstairs, Logan was a prime example of how he could quickly fall asleep anywhere. In fact, the beginning of a dream was already underway.

The events unfolding in his mind were quite lackluster. All he was doing in his subconscious was, ironically, sitting at the table in the study nook, reading about some historical event. However, things took a turn for the better when a certain brunette fifth year made an appearance and grabbed the book from his hands, which caused him to chase after her all around the common room. Laughter filled the room as they ran around the sofa closest to the fireplace.

Back in reality, the fourth year clearing her throat and speaking did nothing to wake Logan from his slumber. The snoring continued. If one looked closely, drool was starting to drip from his mouth onto a page of the open book his head was resting on.

Betony shuffled her feet, wondering how on Earth she was supposed to wake the boy. She felt cruel even doing so, but he was snoring and... was that drool? Either way, she thought as she tugged on one of her braids, she wouldn't be able to concentrate, and perhaps he needed to finish whatever work he had been working on before he'd fallen asleep.

Maybe he was on a deadline.

The redhead dithered over the thought for a moment longer, feet shuffling on the carpet. Steeling herself with a deep breath, and another tug on her braid, Bet stepped forward and nudged the boys shoulder. As soon as it was done, she jumped back a foot (or three). Because personal space was important.

10-05-2023, 11:15 PM	#5 (permalink)
Harron Peasley Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,590 Hogwarts RPG Name: Reuben Albert Darcy-Stemp Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Billie Love Stemp Gryffindor Third Year x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe It could have been the countless hours of studying he had been doing lately, Bagshot's drab historical writing, the charms placed on this part of the common room to make it quiet, or a combination of the three that had caused the fifth year to doze off to sleep. Regardless of how not very comfortable the book and table were in comparison to his bed upstairs, Logan was a prime example of how he could quickly fall asleep anywhere. In fact, the beginning of a dream was already underway. The events unfolding in his mind were quite lackluster. All he was doing in his subconscious was, ironically, sitting at the table in the study nook, reading about some historical event. However, things took a turn for the better when a certain brunette fifth year made an appearance and grabbed the book from his hands, which caused him to chase after her all around the common room. Laughter filled the room as they ran around the sofa closest to the fireplace. Back in reality, the fourth year clearing her throat and speaking did nothing to wake Logan from his slumber. The snoring continued. If one looked closely, drool was starting to drip from his mouth onto a page of the open book his head was resting on. Betony shuffled her feet, wondering how on Earth she was supposed to wake the boy. She felt cruel even doing so, but he was snoring and... was that drool? Either way, she thought as she tugged on one of her braids, she wouldn't be able to concentrate, and perhaps he needed to finish whatever work he had been working on before he'd fallen asleep. Maybe he was on a deadline. The redhead dithered over the thought for a moment longer, feet shuffling on the carpet. Steeling herself with a deep breath, and another tug on her braid, Bet stepped forward and nudged the boys shoulder. As soon as it was done, she jumped back a foot (or three). Because personal space was important. __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽