Sleepless

[Wyatt Finch]

Wyatt had been in the lounge for God knows how long - reading and eating the spare chocolate frog that didn't hop away on him - before he had laid down into the dark leather chair still reading until his eyelids became heavy and he had fallen asleep. The boy slept as much as he could and because Marisol was busy with her boyfriend and Asaiah was... wherever he was he had known that no one would bother him as he had a cat nap. The fourteen year old slept more than any teenager had business sleeping but it really was the only time that his stomach wasn't in knots so through his sleep he hadn't noticed anyone knew entering the room, though they had. With his book now on the floor opened messily and one of his legs curled into his body while the other was splayed out Wyatt was a sight - what made it even more so was the drool that dripped out of his mouth and onto the arm supporting his head. The boy could sleep anywhere and it was utterly unlike what he had been like several years prior but there was no escaping his exhaustion.

 

[Stella Finch]

Stella had quickly found her favorite spot to hang out in at Hogwarts because so many students passed through here and not just her housemates, not that her housemates were terrible but this way she could run into her friends from that creepy house. As the eleven year old walked into the student lounge and saw it mostly empty, especially the couches. But as she approached them she realized they weren't empty like she thought, she just hadn't been able to see the person there from afar because they were laying down on it. Then Stella realized it was her older brother and she covered her mouth to quiet her laughter. This was one of those times she wished phones worked in the magical world so she could capture this moment and blackmail him with the photo. Stella instead settled for the alternative and pulled out an ink bottle from her bag. She couldn't use a quill because that would be too scratchy and wake him up right away so she just decided to dip her finger in the bottle and began to draw a mustache over her brother's lip since he couldn't grow his own facial hair anyway.
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[Wyatt Finch]

Though Wyatt shifted slightly he still slept as he had unknowingly become his sister's canvas. In Wyatt's sleep he exhaled deeply and mumbled a little aggressively, "Don't let the doorknobs!" Somehow that made sense in his dreams but still he kept sleeping. Whether Stella would respond to that to make the situation worse for Wyatt or not was certain yet.

 

[Stella Finch]

Stella almost startled whenever Wyatt yelled out some incoherent gibberish that only made sense in dreams, but he didn't wake up. She snickered at the absurdity of his comment but finished up her artwork, drawing on some glasses and then a small bow on his forehead for good measure. She was going to need to replace her ink bottle but it was worth it to mess with her brother and not get in trouble for it. As soon as she screwed on the ink cap she wiped her fingers on her robes and then looked back at her masterpiece, laughing quietly to herself. But it wasn't as satisfying without her brother being awake to see it so she got up and grabbed a pillow and smacked him on the stomach with it. "Wake up!" she said loudly, laughing. "I swear you sleep more than anyone on this planet," she said as she swatted him with the pillow again.
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[Wyatt Finch]

Wyatt gasped himself awake as he was hit in the stomach. For the briefest of moments he had thought that a doorknob was about to eat him but instead he heard an all too familiar voice to which the boy groaned. He sat up slowly, not at all aware as to what was on his face as he shoved his stupid sister a little. "Jesus Stells, I'm gonna get you for that," he said. "Yeah well you're the most annoying person on the planet so I need to sleep because you're exhausting," the boy retorted snidely as he closed the book he had been reading before he had fallen asleep. Truth told, Wyatt didn't know why he slept so much. It felt like he was endlessly tired and so he slept impossibly long amounts of time and yet he woke up just as exhausted as before.

 

[Stella Finch]

Stella began laughing as soon as she saw Wyatt wake up. The drawings on his face looked so much funnier now that Wyatt was awake and making different facial expressions. "Looking good Wy," she said, unable to resist and snickering. She ignored his other comments, being used to empty threats like that from him. "You're so lazy," she teased, hitting him with the pillow again but much softer now that it wasn't being used to wake him up. "What have you been up to big brother? Besides sleeping through all your classes," she teased.
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[Wyatt Finch]

Wyatt's face contorted as he heard Stella laugh, still unaware that he had ink all over his face. At least until she complimented him. Now the boy knew he was good looking but his sister would never compliment him and vice versa so he eyed her suspiciously. "What did you do?" he demanded as he ran his fingers through his hair to make sure she hadn't singed it all off or something equally as disastrous but he still had a full head of very messy hair so he was happy. "I am not, I do more than you," he said defensively even if he did sleep more than most people but the boy was tired all the time and there were days when he didn't want to eat or get out of bed. His interest in most things were gone too but it was his protectiveness over his friends that forced him to do better and to be better even if it made him awake more than he'd like. "I was reading about the uses of potions on fiendfyre victims," Wyatt said but didn't add that he had fallen asleep reading the very same medical journal. "How's Slytherin?" he asked because he knew that he should be a good big brother even if he really didn't care how Slytherin was unless it was in relation to his best mate.