-1 Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Part of a drabble challenge :P
He was flicking his wand listing to the faints swooshes it made as he waved it back and forth. He was alone in the common room, rejoicing in the silence, and the simple fact that he wasn't around his friends or anyone else that would annoy him right now. It was one of those times that he just wanted to be alone, himself and his thoughts. Sitting on the couch he flicked the wand back and forth, when his eyes fell on to a lone candle burning on the table in front of where he was sitting.
Narrowing his eyes, he got up off of the couch, and sat down next to the candle, staring at the burning orange yellowish flame emitting from the stick of wax. He held out his finger slowly, and poked the melted wax, and well...
"BLOODY HELL!" He yelped the melted wax now cooling, and hardening around his pointer finger. After it he cooled, he grinned, and fell back onto the couch, watching the flame flicker back and forth. No one could ever figure out why Harry Potter liked wax.