Hermione collapsed into the warmth of her bed. She was grateful her room mates were already asleep when she walked in. She didn't need to deal with their chatter. She sighed and stared at the ceiling. She tossed and turned but sleep eluded her.
"What happened?" she mused. "Something was there." If it wasn't after curfew, she would have already been in the library researching possible causes of the disturbance. Since it was after curfew, she would have to wait till the next day, and having an unanswered question did not bode well for her attempt to sleep.
She sighed again as she tossed and turned. The sheets tangled, and she righted them, still more concerned with her unanswered question. Hermione closed her eyes and remembered what her mother told her when she was little and had trouble falling asleep. "One, two, three, four, five..." she mentally recited, imagining each identical sheep. By sheep 1045, however, she decided it wasn't working and stopped counting. Perhaps she should just use her new found friendship with Professor Snape to ask for a vial of dreamless sleep potion. The moment she thought that, she scoffed. "Like he would consider it."