Scorpius can't sleep.
He's rolled over, tucked his pillow over his head, shoved the blankets off, pulled the blankets tight around him, tried to rouse Red into a game of foot-to-paw tag, read his Potions text by the tiny light of his wand...
None of it's worked. Nothing's helped to lull him into sleep.
All he can think about are the Quidditch try-outs.
He's mere hours away now, just having to get through a day of classes. But he's never had trouble with sleeping like this before. Not for Quidditch, anyway. He doesn't know why he's so concerned about it this year.
Tired of lying there, he pushes the blankets aside and his (thankfully) sock-covered feet soon touch the cold floor.
Not more than five minutes after that, Albus' bed creaks with his added weight as he perches on its edge and gives his boyfriend's shoulder a shake.
He's rolled over, tucked his pillow over his head, shoved the blankets off, pulled the blankets tight around him, tried to rouse Red into a game of foot-to-paw tag, read his Potions text by the tiny light of his wand...
None of it's worked. Nothing's helped to lull him into sleep.
All he can think about are the Quidditch try-outs.
He's mere hours away now, just having to get through a day of classes. But he's never had trouble with sleeping like this before. Not for Quidditch, anyway. He doesn't know why he's so concerned about it this year.
Tired of lying there, he pushes the blankets aside and his (thankfully) sock-covered feet soon touch the cold floor.
Not more than five minutes after that, Albus' bed creaks with his added weight as he perches on its edge and gives his boyfriend's shoulder a shake.
