Sleep... Sleep... SLEEEEEEEEP!! Rachel stepped out of the shower, clad in a long blue shirt and black shorts that served as her pajamas, her eyes half shut as she tried to make her way towards the bed without bumping into more than just a few things. YEOUCH! She jumped as her foot collided with the end of a stupid bed and had to bite her lip to prevent the cry of pain from escaping. Dangnabbit...

Sighing, the sixth year finally made it to her own four-poster and all but collapsed onto it, lying her stuff on the bedside table in a disorganized fashion. Truth be told, she REALLY didn't care about that right now. All she cared about was sleeping - today had been TOO long a day; what with her plan finally going underway and Quidditch tryouts and classes and Prefect duties and a whole lot of walking from one scene to the next because Hogwarts was so bloody HUGE.

Groaning, she forced to herself to get properly into bed - as in, make sure ALL of her was on it, including her legs - and smiled as she felt the pillow against her head. Ahhh, now THIS is wha-

ZZZZZZZZ.