Insomnia is rarely looked upon in a favorable way But neither is a broken heart.
The humble Hufflepuff attempted to get herself at first figured out where she WAS to where she should BE.
She had not been able to speak or see him in nearly two months.
How does one reach out to another when even words could weigh heavier than rusted - maybe corroded - iron.
As with added daily stress during that time even books felt more like a prison than a sanctuary.
But still fell asleep amongst the stacks.
Eleven twenty-eight.
In bed or at least in her house common room.
Would her classmates have identified with such trouble or found other distractions to soothe...
Nearly running into...
A cat?
The caretaker's.
Maybe because her own eyes had glossed over with new unshed tears or the next sound which the feline seemed to recognize.
And what happened next was truly magical. Almost beyond words.
Mister Filch scooped up Norris in a tender embrace; one thus recognized from another time.
Softly crooning a sweet tune.
Like a lullaby.
A last dance?
What was it that made him see past exterior appearances and still find comfort in...
Groenious Baratarim
The clicking of the second hand slowed down, as did the pace of the midnight waltz and tears filled her eyes as she looked at the strange man coddling his...pet?
The spell would fade soon enough.
But would have given the humble Hufflepuff a bit more than a head start to return to the rest.
To...
But she paused.
And gave them a bittersweet smile.
Love isn't easy.
As even a ship must be vulnerable to be scraped from barnacles and within a certain depth for it to float.
But...
They really were a purr-fect couple!
Especially within.
Where they could always be together.
Then slipped silently into the darkness.
But perhaps still a part of him.
Somewhere.
Toujours.