You might belong in Gryffindor

[littledhampir]

Who: Gryffindors! (+ Friends/Visitors/People sneaking in)
Where: Gryffindor Tower: Common Rooms + Dorms. Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall.
When: During the event
Rating: Label as you go
Summary: Gryffindor Mingle Log
The Story:

Common Room
The common room is a circular room where Gryffindor students can relax after a long day of studying. It is full of squashy armchairs, tables, and a bulletin board where school notices, ads, lost posters, etc. can be posted. The common room is decorated in several shades of red, which is associated with the house.

There are many windows that look out onto the grounds of the school, and a large fireplace dominates one wall. The mantle of the fireplace is adorned with a portrait of a lion. The walls are decorated with scarlet tapestries that depict witches and wizards, but also various animals. There are also bookcases located in the room.


Dorms
The Gryffindor dormitories are also located in the Tower, with two doors leading off from the common room that open to spiral staircases. One of them leads to the girls' dormitory, the other to the boys'. The stairs to the girls' dormitory are enchanted to become a slide if any boy attempts to climb them, but not vice versa, since it was deemed that girls were more trustworthy than boys... (Look don't blame me it's canon)

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[postictal]

[Here's the thing about insomnia.

It's the fucking worst.

Does he mean to sneak out sometimes? Sure. Sure he does. Especially when he doesn't want anyone knowing why he's sneaking out, why he gets up so early, why he can't sleep and what he does in those noctivagant expeditions.

Sometimes, though, he - he genuinely doesn't mean to be out and about around the castle.

So hey, Georgia. Hope you don't mind the fact that this seventh-year is just kind of walking idly toward you in the dead of the night, apparently asleep on his feet.]

[choosetruth]

[George hates this part of her job. Not because she particularly minds getting people in trouble--if people are going to break rules they should be ready to face the consequences--but because sometimes, it really does seem like it's an actual mistake, and making that distinction can be hard.

Like right now. What the hell is Tim doing out of bed? She sighs and goes to intercept him. Either he's sleepwalking and needs to be woken up or he's awake and in trouble. It's George's job to figure out what's going on either way.]

You're not supposed to be out here.

[postictal]

[Technically asleep right now, though he certainly won't be for long. He sways vaguely on the spot, a faint crease appearing between his brow. His eyes are open, but their stare is glassy, as if fixed on an invisible point beyond the physical horizon.

Thankfully, due to a lifetime of perpetual insomnia, he has almost no difficulty snapping himself into wakefulness - which he does, abruptly and sharply, a nauseating hypnic jerk that nearly unbalances him, his hands going out in front of him.]

What're -

[The situation catches up to him in pieces, and the last one to fall into place is - oh boy.

The fact that he's probably really gonna get it, huh?]

[choosetruth]

[George crosses her arms and looks up at him, raising an eyebrow.]

This'll be good. What are you doing out here, Tim?

[postictal]

Uhhhh.

[His sleep-deprived brain takes its sweet time kicking into high gear as he blinks, giving his head a firm shake in an attempt to clear it. As suspected, it doesn't work.]

Where, uh...where'd I end up this time?

[choosetruth]

Third floor hallway. [She frowns at him. He still looks half asleep.] Were you sleep-walking?

[postictal]

No, I just happen to love wandering the castle at night, [he snaps out, reflexively, and then immediately cringes as his brain catches up to what he just said.]

Sorry. Just - yeah. Yeah. I was.

[choosetruth]

That is why half the people I catch are doing it. Especially when they're from our house.

[postictal]

I can believe it.

[At least he's got a decent excuse, even if it's an absolutely shit one. But don't worry, at least he's aware of how shitty it is, right? That makes it okay.

As if.]

I'll just - I'll head back. Won't be a problem.

[choosetruth]

It is a problem.

[She doesn't intend to get him in trouble for it, but that doesn't mean it's acceptable for him to be out. Just that the solution to the problem is different.]

Have you discussed this tendency with any of the teachers? They might be able to give you a potion to help.

[postictal]

Yeah, thanks, I sure haven't tried that or anything.

[The sarcasm curls on out into the air before he can stop it. He winces, glances away. It's a reflex, at this point. Defense mechanism. Necessary.]

I've had to live with this my whole life. Nothing ever stops it for long.

[choosetruth]

[Georgia stares at him impassively through her sunglasses.]

Well, we need to figure out something. These halls are hazardous enough when you're awake. Can your room be locked?

[postictal]

I'll take care of it.

[He hisses the words out between clenched teeth. What's it matter to her anyway, what happens to him? He's just some guy who got a shitty end of the stick. It happens.]

[choosetruth]

[She pulls down her sunglasses to give him a level stare with her creepy zombie eyes.]

How am I not reassured?

[postictal]

[She can use creepy zombie eyes all she likes. It'll never be as terrifying as the things he sees in his nightmares.]

Gee, I dunno. I'm trying my best here, okay? Nothing ever seems to stick, that's all.

[choosetruth]

And that's why I find you saying you'll take care of it about the least convincing thing I've ever heard.

[She pushes her sunglasses back into place.]

Has anyone besides you tried anything?

[postictal]

Sleeping draughts, more tea than I ever wanted to drink in my life - if you can think of it, I've probably tried it. I even tried tying myself down some nights. No dice.

[choosetruth]

That's not what I asked.

[postictal]

Who would I ask? My many legions of friends?

[He's long since reached the point where he's decided not to let people level his own status as the least likeable person on the planet against him. He's got maybe two friends in the entire school if he's being generous with himself. Might as well coil it around himself like his own personal set of armor, right?]

[choosetruth]

You do remember we have teachers, right? Many of them experienced in magical ailments?

[She raises an eyebrow behind her sunglasses.]

And obviously, I'm helping now.

[postictal]

It's not a magical ailment.

[Funny how her helping just seems like undue prying. Maybe that's his fault for wandering around after dark. Not tying himself down in his bed hard enough. Something like that.]

Some stuff just can't be fixed. All right?

[choosetruth]

Nothing can be fixed if you don't put in effort towards it.

[This is so frustrating. She is prying, but she also just cannot comprehend people giving up on things.]

[postictal]

I'm taking stuff for it, all right? That's about all anyone can do.

[He doesn't need her to rub salt in the wound, the fact that his brain's thoroughly fucked and always has been with no foreseeable end.]

[choosetruth]

[She scowls. Whatever stuff he's taking isn't extremely effective.]

Do you actually want to solve your problem?

[postictal]

[Boy, gee. Never heard that one before. He scowls right back, corners of his mouth twisting in frustration.]

What do you think?