towerofanimus | time for sad

Characters: Luke, the members of room 1-20, and anyone else!
Setting: Room 1-20, I know you're shocked.
Format: Starting prose, matching your handbag.
Summary: Luke doesn't much feel like getting out of bed today...so why not wallow a bit?
Warnings: Luke's in Group D. Expect sad.

Luke couldn't remember why, but...he woke up quite late in to the afternoon, and feeling especially morose. He had intended to go visit some of the floors he hadn't lingered long on, but instead of going about his plans, Luke simply grabbed about his blanket. His teddy bear was found sticking out from the edge of his pillow, and Luke picked it up, letting it sit on his sternum.

"What do you suppose is taking the professor so long, Neville...?"

Normally he wouldn't indulge himself like this, but...he was feeling down, and didn't care much if his room mates saw for once. It wasn't like he actually anticipated the bear to respond, and he was speaking almost in a whisper, but...the simple gesture made him feel better. "It's not like him to be so tardy. Perhaps he's been hung up on some other duty...?" A sigh, and Luke let his teddybear flop forward. "...maybe he..." Didn't know Luke was stuck in some stupid tower? The thought finished itself.

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England didn't much like waking up late. Maybe it was that he'd stayed up into the wee hours reading the night before, or maybe his internal clock was finally feeling the toll of the environment change, but either way he awoke to the sound of quiet mumbling. He wasn't usually so light of a sleeper, but considering that he recognized the voice, it was probably a sign that it was time to get up.

He sat up immediately upon realizing who it was, unwilling to feign sleep so as to let Luke continue. Eavesdropping was terribly rude and, in this case, a betrayal of trust. He glanced over to the bed Luke occupied, concern in his still-bleary eyes.

"...Luke," he began quietly. "Are you alright?"

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