Sing me to sleep (Zac)

[DAREIOUS LYULF GREYBACK]

He hadn't slept well - it had taken him forever to get off to sleep and he woke far too easily for his liking. Thankfully though, the next day was a Saturday and they weren't going to Hogsmeade. He honestly just wanted to sleep, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be allowed to, not with some of those he shared a dorm with. Like Zac, for example. As much as he loved that boy, he hated waking up when he wasn't ready. He was your average teen in so many ways, even if he wasn't in even more ways.

His dreams had been very disturbed and none too dissimilar to those that kept him awake during the run up to the full moon. Horrific dreams that he knew had no basis in reality, but ones that he never had been able to shake. Before he knew what he was, it had always been horror movies or science fiction programmes that kept him up on those nights, but ever since he'd found out the nature was consistent and lupine in their nature. He had no idea what had triggered them, maybe it was what had happened to Jasper, but they were back with a vengeance. He hated the way he would wake others, more often than not opting to sleep in the common room if he woke them more than once. It was harder to wake people if you weren't in the same room as them.

These dreams would sear images in to the back of his eyelids. They would always come back when he closed his eyes for a moment too long. He hated it, but there was nothing he could do. Well...maybe he could take some sort of sleeping potion, but he ran away from too much already. He didn't want to run away from this too - it was part of what he was. This deep seated fear that he would end up like either of the two father figures in his life. The wolf that went after children or the anger that went after, well children. Maybe it was better he kept his distance from those younger than him, just in case. Of course he would be told his paranoia was completely misplaced if anyone ever knew, but it didn't stop him feeling that way. Yes, he'd learnt to control that fury years ago, but it still broke free from time to time. It still controlled him on the odd occasion. He hated feeling like he wasn't in control.

He did eventually fall asleep though, after several poor attempts and false starts. He was sure he had at least three hours solid sleep before noise woke him up. Clearly everyone else decided it was time to disturb his sleep. Karma was a bitch like that. Groaning, he pulled the covers back over his head an tried to wish the world away. He knew it wouldn't last though - not if Zac had something to say about it.

[ZACHARIAH LENNY TRACY]

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[DAREIOUS LYULF GREYBACK]

Things seemed to be going well for the house as a whole. Sure, they sucked at quidditch as per usual, but who really cared? They were slaughtering the competition in the house tournament and were actually second in house points. So far, it was looking like a really good year. They just had to keep going and hope that gryffindor screwed up before the end of the year. They had to hope they screwed up a lot at that. Oh balls – they really did have to start winning quidditch matches, didn’t they? Dare loved his house and he was a proud ‘puff, but he could not bring himself to support them during quidditch matches. Being that high up in the stands made him feel sick, hell – even looking at them made him want to hurl. Ever since that incident on the hotel balcony with Andrew, he could not bring himself to have both feet off the floor at the same time. Or to be more than ten feet up. He hated astronomy and had dropped it at quickly as he could and had been removed from flying lessons ‘for his and everyone else’s safety’ when he’d gone and collapsed just a few feet off the floor. Sure, it made him the laughing stock of the school, but people seemed to have forgotten about it by now.

Still, despite all that was good and pure with the house at the moment, he still couldn’t settle. He wasn’t in a bad mood, per se, just not the best company in the world. He was more spacey than usual, he was keeping people awake and then there was the impending ester break. The idea of going back made him sick to his stomach. All in all, what was going on was none to dissimilar to what was jokingly referred to as his ‘time of the month’, just it was going on for much longer than it should have. He was starting to feel like some sort of sleeping potion was the best way forward.

People seemed to have given up on waking him up to break up the dreams. Hell, they’d even stopped throwing stuff at him. He had been in such a good mood last night that he’d been sure it wouldn’t happen again, but apparently he was wrong. They seemed worse than ever and he was starting to feel like a zombie or something. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before he started to look like on either. Oh the joys of being sentient enough to dream. It bugged him that there was no-one he could really talk to about it. He had a feeling Sey would suggest potions or something, and Jasper was so new to the game. Of course, he could well be wrong, but it was a feeling and he tended to go with his gut.

His half awake state had given him a chance to think at a very slow rate, but apparently he wasn’t allowed to stay that way. There was an impact on his bed and a voice that had him shooting up right. It didn’t make sense for a few moments, but he eventfully managed to pu two and two together to get Zac. Oh, hell – he had been too loud, hadn’t he? By the sound of it though, Dare had managed to not disturb his sleep. No – Zac sounded very awake and very with it. Pulling the duvet back over his head, he couldn’t help letting out something almost like a whimper. Why him? ”No – still sleepy time, Zac”

[ZACHARIAH LENNY TRACY]

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[/color] the hufflepuff grinned, reaching forward to wrench the covers back from his friend's head again. there was no way he was going to let the greyback hide in darkness with the bright light steaming in from the window to fully wake him up and get him to cooperate sooner. "c'mon, you don't want to waste a weekend, do ya? you've only got so many of them left at hogwarts."[/color] it was true... well, kind of. this last year had gone by in the blink of an eye it seemed, and was quickly drawing to a close with the dreaded finals and the end of the tournament. next year they would be at the top of the food chain at hogwarts, and then... off to the very, very terrifying real world. they should milk every last second of being a carefree teenager as possible.

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[DAREIOUS LYULF GREYBACK]

”it’s twelve o’clock somewhere, dare” he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at the comment – or he would do if his eyes were even open. In all truth, he wanted to tell Zac where to go. Mr Crabby was back with a vengeance apparently, ad he hated it. He hated snapping at people, but he really didn’t want to get out of bed and Zac apparently didn’t want to understand that. ”And it’s midnight somewhere else.” he grumbled in to his pillow. When he went for the covers though, Dare was sure he hadn’t moved quicker in months. Sitting up and grabbing hold of it before it went too far, he held it to himself. He could play prude, but truth was, he really didn’t want people seeing what he hid under his shirts. He felt like his heart was ready to bust him open, not a good start to the day then. ”Chill would you? Christ, it’s not like the place is burning down or anything.” snapping, he almost instantly regretted his choice in words. Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh, he shuffled away and reached for a shirt he’d left hanging on the corner of a bed.

"c'mon, you don't want to waste a weekend, do ya? you've only got so many of them left at hogwarts." Pulling the shirt on, he hugged his knees, thinking for a moment. Only so many left…yeah. Only so may until he went back and had to deal with those two again. Seth and Andrew were hell embodied. But still…one more summer. He only had to last one more summer and then he really would be free. Provided he could wriggle out of winter and spring returns there. He had no idea what he was going to do, or where he was going to go…but he day his seventh year began would be the day he would never have to go back to the Shetlands. ”Kind of wish it wasn’t so limited.” he muttered, almost silently. It was true though – he really did want it to go on and on. The idea of ever going back was terrifying to him, but he knew it was inevitable. It was one of those mornings when he secretly thought it would be worth getting involved with this stupid war between Fenrir and Seyton. At least that way he’d get a roof over his head – and not one that he was scared could fall over at any time. Then again, why would he want to be dragged in to all of that? He’d seen it tear Jasper apart and he didn’t know if he could handle that. He didn’t want to be like that, not really. God knew he had enough problems keeping himself in check as it was, without add complications. ”What do you want to do then, hmm?” he spoke this time, rather than mumbling.