 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris fell asleep for about an hour before he started dreaming a nightmare once more. But this one was a bit different, it started the same with them getting back to camp and everyone being killed with the flick of a wand...But this time the friends from his town were there too; tracked down and chained to chairs: Mr. Nordoff, Nathan, Nathan's mother, his own mother, Julia, everyone. And they were all being murdered before his eyes. There was only so much of this he could take, thrashing around in his bed as he rolled from side to side, his brows furrowed and enveloped in a cold sweat. He finally woke up at around two in the morning, sitting up in bed with a nausious expression on his overly pale face. Panting slightly, he pulled the covers off of him and laid back down with a sigh, taking in the cool air of the room. But he couldn't get back to sleep at all, and he finally just got up from the bed, rubbing his eyes and walking back into his own room. How desperately he wanted to see Vianna right now, have some type of company. But he couldn't go back in there and risk losing the slight respect he had just found out her brothers had for him.
So he decided to make a pot of coffee, knowing he wouldn't get back to bed at this rate, and grabbed his sketch pad and a book, sitting down at the table. He stayed up the rest of the night, his nose in a book for the most part and his brows furrowed.
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