To scared to dream. (Open RP, All School)
((OOC - Ok, Malice needs to meet people. Since her sorting I've barely touched her.))
It was night and the dorm was quiet and still.
Malice had been just lying in her bed for so long, unwilling to enter her sleep stage since she came here.
Even though it was absolutely different from her dream she couldn't help it. She knew if she was to sleep that would be all she would dream.
She got up and pulled her Hufflepuff robe over her risqué garments and ventured up the stairs towards the main hall.
Passing the kitchen on the way up she asked an awake house elf for some wine if they stocked any.
Taking a seat at a table she just stared blankly into space.
Her memory was getting cluttered and taxed without the automatic defragmentation that sleep afforded her and so she began to actively sort through it herself.
The house elf came back holding a bottle of cheap red wine and a glass. She poured herself a glass and took a sip. An absolutely pointless gesture, all things considered. But she had oft-associated this with the times she did nothing more then sweet-talk clients.
It was strange though clients were everywhere but, past that one interested man when she was sorted there hadn't been anything.
She took another sip as she further sorted her memories.
She knew though, she didn't want to dream.