Damon walked up the stairs to the boys dormitory. Noticing that all his stuff was up there he also saw his poster bed and how nice it would likely feel. Damon quickly put all his stuff away in the nightstand nearby and laid down to sleep knowing that within a day that classes would start.

By the time Rayedem reached the common room, he was tired. He didn't bother staying, and when he got into his dorm, he was already very tired. He looked around; it was nearly deserted. Is it really too early to go to bed for everyone else? Rayedem sighed, and walked towards his bed. There his trunks were, unpacked, but he was too lazy to unpack them at that moment. He only wanted to get some sleep. He dropped himself onto the bed, closing his eyes, enjoying its comfort and warmth.

He tried to forget the scene that had just happened in the owlery; it was the most unpleasant he's ever had in Hogwarts. And he hadn't even been there for a week; he expects more to come. Eyes still closed, he stretched his hand, reaching for a switch, or anything, to turn off the light. After struggling for seconds, he decided to give up and tried to sleep with the lights on. Of course I could sleep with the lights on. He tried to relax himself, breathing deeply, but still couldn't sleep. This isn't happening, he thought.

Thomas walked into the dorm fully awake he just wanted to get into regular clothing because these elegant clothing are really the worst thing to were. He walked to his bed not noticing that Raydem was in the Ravenclaw drom. He took of his shirt and put on a vest with many holes in it he just didn't want to use his new PJ until December. He laid on his bed and he noticed that Raydem was trying to sleep. Thomas didn't care if Raydem was tired or not he just wanted to apologize to him. He said to Raydem laying in his new bed, "Hey, how are you?"

To Thomas' words, Rayedem's first reaction was pressing his eyes hard and frowning. Do I know that voice? Wait.. I think I do.. Slowly Rayedem opened his eyes, stopping halfway as the lights from the lamp had hurt them. He tried again and blinked as the blurry visions before his eyes become clearer. Can it be?

THAT GUY. That guy from the owlery. How could he be here? No, don't tell me he's a Ravenclaw. Of course he's not. Calm down Edem..

"Ugh," he moaned, "What are you now, Mr Stalker?" he said, moving his body over so that the boy didn't have to see his sleepy face. He'd very much hate to be seen like this by someone he had begun to dislike. He tried to sit up, to be in a more dignified position, but his efforts were in vain. He was way too tired to get up. In his last attempts to get rid of the boy, he said "Back off, I'm trying to get some sleep."

"Well I see your not going to have a lot of friends over here," he said hoping that Raydem will understand what he means. Of course he wouldn't understand because he is just like him in his first days of school Mr. Sensitive but he just needs to loosen up before no one will be his friend.

Now gritting his teeth, Rayedem punched the bed with his fist and got up furiously, facing Thomas. "Look," he started, "I do what I wanna do, alright? And you don't get to tell me anything, you're not better than I am, not when you came on to people saying stuff without introducing yourself in the first place." then he dropped himself back. Laying on his back, he thought,

What have I said.. I'm not usually like this.. Have I gotten out of control again? Darn it! Can I still take them back?

"Just.. I'm so tired.. If I said something offensive.. I.. I'm tired." he said, still looking away from Thomas, then he closed his eyes again. He was never Mr Sensitive, he had never gotten out of control, it was just that his frustration and fatigue had made him this way..

"You really do need sleep before you explode," Thomas said trying not to react to what Raydem said. "All I wanted to do was to apologize but I forgot that first years are suppose to get everyone's attention because they are new and people shouldn't treat them like a second years or third years," he said remembering the good days of being a first year.

Rayedem sighed, then opened his eyes slowly, his lips curled into something between a pout and a smile--This is weird, he thought to himself. Half-heartedly he rolled back over and looked at Thomas in the eye, feeling less worse then, and he said, "Yeah, I do." He wanted to apologize.. But his ego didn't allow it somehow. Never in a million years would I ever apologize for something I didn't even start. "Just one last thing though," he continued, "What the heck's your name? I might wanna find you later."

I might wanna find you later.. A million years later.. To apologize, when both of us would've surely forgotten about this. He thought bitterly. Then, forcing himself with all his might, he smiled.

"My name is Thomas James Turner born in Denmark and moved to the U.K when I was seven," he said laying in his bed covering himself with the blue blanket, He put his hamster cage under his bed so the hamsters wouldn't find a way to escape. It was soon ten and that means 'lights out'.

Rayedem only smirked at Thomas' introduction. He has had no more hard feelings for Thomas then.. His anger had subsided, all was well.. "Nice to meet you, Thomas," he said finally, not realizing them before they escaped his lips, and he continued, "Good night."

When he was in the muggle world, watching the shows on Discovery channel, he learned that when one deprives of sleep, their minds go funny.. They might eventually shut down after a reasonable amount of time.. He didn't believe it then, but now that he's experiencing it himself, he had to admit that those people had conducted the research well.

"Yeah good night," Thomas said yawning. He placed his head slowly on the pillow and closed his eyes. He felt tiered but because he was a bit excited about tomorrow his sleeping time is in danger. After a few minutes he dozy and suddenly he fell asleep.

Damon was roused from his sleep by the sudden light. "What a nice morning" Damon said softly to himself. He got out of bed and readied himself for his 2nd day of classes. Feeling rather cold Damon put on the wooly sweater that he had brought from home. Damon walked out of the dormatory feeling refreshed and ready.

Thomas walked into the dorm in the noon. He forgot his wand, bag and everything else that he needed. He just came back from Transfiguration class which wasn't like last year's lesson but that is the teachers fault. The new spell they learned Duro wasn't really complicated but he didn't get it yet. He had an idea. He opened his trunk and began searching for cotton which was his hamsters bed from time to time. He ripped apiece and put the piece of cotton on the tip of his wand. He lazied on his bed and lifted his arm just above his head and he put a pillow on the top over his face. He whispered, "Duro," if the stone would fall on the pillow he succeeded put it he didn't succeed the cotton will fall on the pillow. Suddenly something heavy fell on the pillow. He took that object off the pillow and took off the pillow from his face. He succeeded the cotton changed into rock but he didn't have time to celebrate so he took his stuff and left the dorm heading to Care of Magical Creatures.

Humphhh....
Emiliano landed on his bed, tired as he had never been. Studying and classes were taking place inside his tight schedule as he noticed he was no longer a sixth year anymore. But..he was to graduate this year...and...it was time to say goodbye to Hogwarts.

But not yet!

He stood back up, went to change to his pajamas and ran back to his bed, this time going inside the sheets and cover. Ahh...calm....was breathed. He looked around. Boys...new boys were there.

Jack wandered in, grabbed his guitar, sat down on his bed and started to play. He loved playing guitar...and piano and drums, for that matter. He found it a wonderful way to deal with stress.

Walking up to the dorm, JD looks around. Never really having paid much attention to the dorm, just finding it a comfortable place to relax, and sleep, he disrobes, and pulls on his footy pajamas.

Yes, he JD Stevenson, wore footy pajamas. They were comfortable, and kept him warm. And he really didn't care, who knew that he wore them...well maybe just a little.

Pulling back the covers, he climbs into bed, pulling the curtains around his bed. Laying back looking up at the curtains over his bed. Thinking to himself, about what had happened that night. Anya... he thinks a smiling brightening his face.

Though he was twelve, and Anya was nearly twelve, they seemed to have a connection. Not to mention the kiss she gave him. They were officially a couple, now...

He had kissed her as well, before they left the Room of Requirement. He still wasn't sure, about what was to come, but where they were at now, sure was a nice place to be.

Jack entered and went straight to his bed. He pulled out his drumsticks and started beating on the wood. How (rat-ta-tat-tat) could (rat-ta-tat-tat) we (rat-ta-tat-tat) lose (rat-ta-tat-tat) to (rat-ta-tat-tat) Slytherin (rat-ta-tat-tat) twice (rat-ta-tat-tat) in (rat-ta-tat-tat) one (rat-ta-tat-tat) day(rat-ta-tat-tat BANG BANG BANG)