A bubble of anger arose as you marched down the hallways. Your shoes clacking and echoing loudly. The bats dungeons in sight ahead of you. All day you’ve been arguing and bickering with him. All day. But he decided to avoid one important conversation. And you were going to confront it. The door to the potions masters office swung open as you stepped inside; ready to yell but paused at the sight in front of you. He was slumped over his desk… asleep. One side of his face bare and exposed. Unguarded. His quill loosely hanging from his hand and an ink splotch on parchment. His long raven hair splayed on the desk. It was a shocking sight and you couldn’t help but step closer. To see him.

“Mnn… mom.” He mumbled hoarsely. It startled you. He was sleep talking.