Bed.bed.bed.bed.
Blake was dieing - not due to manicure but because of tiredness and other crap like back pain and headache. Dragging himself into the cold boys dorm, he plopped down on his usual bed and yawned. "I hate hufflepuffs." That girl sucked all his energy similar to a leech who'd squeeze all your blood out. Stay Away.

Rubbing his eyes, he fell back on the bed and sighed. He wants his mommy! A fifth year moaning for his mommy, how disturbing? Closing his eyes, he curled up on the bed and just laid there, breathing.