Harry stomped into the Common Room after another gruelling practice that Wood had devised. The older boy was a true nightmare. The practice had only meant to be an hour, but, here he was, four hours later, with a mountain of homework due tomorrow.
And was Wood even the least bit remorseful? Of course not!
Harry just felt like collapsing on his bed. He could barely keep his eyes open, but he had to.
Or Snape would have a perfect reason for giving him detention. Urgh, the damned dungeon bat.
The hot shower he had taken in the change room hadn't helped either. They had only increased his exhaustion to fantastic proportions.
And now he had to… he had to… Harry jerked awake as he fell off the chair.
The large smudge on his Potions essay, and the fact that it was nearly as blurry as what everything looked like without his glasses on, only proving that he wasn't going to get anything more done.
Harry sighed, leaving his things where they were. He would try and work on it in the morning, and through breakfast.
Right now, he needed sleep.
Written for the September Back to School Challenge: (emotion) exhausted