[ barry used to be a deep sleeper until he enrolled in hogwarts. then the shadows began to haunt him, and he developed a fiercer fear of the dark than he ever had before. eleven years old, and taking on the world, yet he couldn't learn a spell to curse the dark away. it's a fear that's stuck with him throughout the years, and though a howler is often meant to scold a child silly, mom had figured out a way to turn the howler inside out and let her voice be there with him when she couldn't. ]
[ he much prefers iris' bed to his own. not only is it in the girls portion of the tower, but he finds her room to be a bit brighter than his. there's something about his own that feels slightly haunted; there's flashes of red he often blames his owl for that illuminate the darkness, and though his magic often gives off a unique golden glow to scare it off, he's never liked it. ]
[ remaining spread out along her bed, barry waits until she's settled before he pretends he's still half-asleep and rolls over to throw his arm over her. his voice is muffled, ] Yeah, but you won't. [ and he remains as a heavy slump, face half buried into her pillow. ] You can't if you're unable to move.
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[ he much prefers iris' bed to his own. not only is it in the girls portion of the tower, but he finds her room to be a bit brighter than his. there's something about his own that feels slightly haunted; there's flashes of red he often blames his owl for that illuminate the darkness, and though his magic often gives off a unique golden glow to scare it off, he's never liked it. ]
[ remaining spread out along her bed, barry waits until she's settled before he pretends he's still half-asleep and rolls over to throw his arm over her. his voice is muffled, ] Yeah, but you won't. [ and he remains as a heavy slump, face half buried into her pillow. ] You can't if you're unable to move.