Sirius won't stop pestering me, and it is slowly driving me batty. NOTHING IS WRONG. I am studying. Yes, yes, foreign concept to Gryffindor Tower, I know. Sigh. Well.
Of course, the battiness probably plays some role in the fact that it is two in the morning and I am still awake. Other than that, I can't figure out why I have such dreadful insomnia-- I'm nearly on the verge of asking Madame Pomfrey for a potion so that I can pay attention in class. This is absolutely ridiculous. I keep finding myself staring at the ceiling, or reading the same page in a book over and over again. All the others have been asleep for ages (although Sirius did stay up 'til nearly midnight trying to figure out why I was awake...), and their snoring is beginning to sound like a symphony. I'm hallucinating, and I clearly need sleep.
Hmm. Wonder if I'm allowed to go down to the Hospital Wing for that potion at this hour of the night. Perhaps I should wait until tomorrow... Or, technically, until later today.
...And it might be just me, but it seems like everyone has been oddly quiet these past few days. The Slytherins, my friends-- heck, nothing has exploded yet, and it's already three days into term!