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Orwell had the weight of Archie on his back, leveraging it so that he could carry the far bigger and lankier boy up the many stairs to his dorm room, Orwell had some upper body strength and carrying Archie was hard but he didn't yet know a spell strong enough to be able to levitate him and Orwell knew he would feel bad if he'd woken him up to just get him back upstairs. So he was left, struggling up the many steps to the Gryffindor common room with not slight weight, where upon him finally reaching it he wasn't sure what he would do next. Orwell had no way of getting Archie inside his common room, and he couldn't take the boy to the Ravenclaw dorms with him, it was very likely that they would get caught and the king of flowers was trying his best this semester to stay out of trouble, given that it was OWL year, and it was that moment, that line of though that he cursed the fact they had to remain in different houses. Orwell knew the right thing to do was to carry his best friend up the many steps to Gryffindor and stay with him until he could find someone, probably a professor or a sneaking student who would be able to get Archie inside the common room so that he could sleep in peace, and free from the stresses that had plagued him earlier. He was walking slowly and as carefully as he could, trying his best to not jostle the weight on his back, it meant that Brock was moving as slowly as he could, trying his best to avoid being caught before he got to his destination knowing it would look better for them if they were at Gryffindor when they inevitable got caught.
Finally with a heavy layer of sweat on what felt like his entire body and what he was sure he could feel as slowly growing patch drool on a patch on his back, the king of flowers had finally reached the seventh floor and he let out a relieved sigh as he did so. He felt utterly worn out but just kept going until he was in front of the oh so familiar Gryffindor painting, however now he really was left with a real problem, he didn't want to wake Archie up just so that he'd be able to go inside, for all Orwell knew, waking his best friend would just result in him being unable to get back to sleep and would worry and stress all night without Orwell to calm him down. Orwell very carefully placed the sleeping form against the wall beside the Gryffindor entrance and then looked up and down the hallway, there were no classrooms on this floor so the likelihood of finding a professor to help him was unlikely, and he knew taking Archie to his own ravenclaw dorm if they got caught would land him and them in more trouble than just being caught out at night, so instead he decided he would just sit with Archie until someone came to them, until a professor or student would take Archie inside, or until morning, whichever it ended up being.
Orwell sat down next to where he'd placed the sleeping form, carefully moving Archie on to his side, so that he lay down with his head leaning on Orwell's thigh, and once he thought the boy was settled Brock took off his jumper and placed it on top of his friend's shoulders, resting a hand on his shoulder and slowly moving it in a soothing manner, keeping him close in as much of an embrace as he could given how they were sitting. Orwell was tired, he felt hungry, soon he'd probably feel cold and he was completely worn out from carrying his friend, but he would stay with him here on the cold ground keeping watch and doing what he knew Archie would do for him until he got help.
Finally with a heavy layer of sweat on what felt like his entire body and what he was sure he could feel as slowly growing patch drool on a patch on his back, the king of flowers had finally reached the seventh floor and he let out a relieved sigh as he did so. He felt utterly worn out but just kept going until he was in front of the oh so familiar Gryffindor painting, however now he really was left with a real problem, he didn't want to wake Archie up just so that he'd be able to go inside, for all Orwell knew, waking his best friend would just result in him being unable to get back to sleep and would worry and stress all night without Orwell to calm him down. Orwell very carefully placed the sleeping form against the wall beside the Gryffindor entrance and then looked up and down the hallway, there were no classrooms on this floor so the likelihood of finding a professor to help him was unlikely, and he knew taking Archie to his own ravenclaw dorm if they got caught would land him and them in more trouble than just being caught out at night, so instead he decided he would just sit with Archie until someone came to them, until a professor or student would take Archie inside, or until morning, whichever it ended up being.
Orwell sat down next to where he'd placed the sleeping form, carefully moving Archie on to his side, so that he lay down with his head leaning on Orwell's thigh, and once he thought the boy was settled Brock took off his jumper and placed it on top of his friend's shoulders, resting a hand on his shoulder and slowly moving it in a soothing manner, keeping him close in as much of an embrace as he could given how they were sitting. Orwell was tired, he felt hungry, soon he'd probably feel cold and he was completely worn out from carrying his friend, but he would stay with him here on the cold ground keeping watch and doing what he knew Archie would do for him until he got help.