'Zzzzzzz' Patricia snored, chin still propped on her hand, a drop of drool slowly running from one corner of her mouth. The 'leaning tower of Malkin' her mother used to say when she'd do it at the dinner table. Of course she'd be wide awake after her mother had whispered it to her ear; solidly insulted, denying she had done it. Her brother would snicker from the other side of the table too.

But right now, she slumbered gently, totally oblivious to all that was around as she snored once more. And then mumbled... and another snore came after that.