That night, Cambria woke up with a start, and she found herself entangled in her sheets, sweating profusely. Another dream, she told herself, just a dream. Still, she couldn't shake the chills that erupted over her body. Cambria stood up and gently tiptoed down the stairs into the common room. The fire was dying down quickly, and with a glance at the grandfather clock in the corner, she saw the time read 3:56.
Seating herself comfortably in the oversized couch, Cambria rubbed her frail shoulders. Her heart stopped beating when she saw a body lying on the floor. Carefully, she moved towards it and gasped when she saw a head of raven hair, "Harry!" She whispered loudly, falling to his side, "Harry, Harry!" She shook him, "Wake up!"
Slowly, his emerald orbs opened, "Cambria?" He suggested.
"Oh my gosh Harry, what happened?" Cambria questioned, helping him to his feet.
Harry laid on the couch, resting on a pillow in Cambria's lap, "I don't really know, I was having a dream, and then you came down here. I guess I was sleepwalking," he explained.
Cambria shook her head, "I thought you were……dead," she shuddered, afraid of the very thought.
Harry looked up at her, "No, well, not really, in my dream I was…..I died, and it was quite odd. You were there, and a boy. He had blond hair, and he claimed he knew you. I think his name started with an e or something."
Cambria's eyes widened, "Eli," she whispered.
"Who?" Harry's interest perked.
"Uh, Eli, a guy from my old school," she quickly said.
"Oh," Harry got up, "I'm really tired, so I'll see you this morning," he waved a good night to her as he ascended the stairs.
Cambria sighed and fell back on the couch and didn't wake up until Hermione was shaking her later that morning.
"Cambria! Come on, you're about to miss breakfast!" Hermione began to lightly pull her up.
"Argh," Cambria rubbed her eyes, "I want to go back to sleep!" She complained.
Hermione gently took her upstairs and helped her change, "Come on," she said soothingly, "Let's go," they made their way down the Enchanted Staircase and slid into two seats across from Harry and Ron.
"G' morning," Harry smiled.
"Good morning, Harry, and Ronald," Hermione grinned as well.
Cambria and Ron just sighed, "Ugh," they rubbed their eyes again.
"Well, obviously we don't exactly have two morning people here," Hermione joked, taking a helping of eggs and a scone.
Ron mumbled something, and then shoved a sausage in his mouth. Cambria drank some pumpkin juice and took a bite of a scone. After twenty minutes from Ron and Cambria and idle chatter from Hermione and Harry, they decided to leave. The four Gryffindors made their way to their first class, History of Magic.
Ron put his hands in his robes pockets and said, "At least this class is a bore, I can catch up on some sleep," he yawned and stretched.
"Ronald! You will do no such thing! This year you're going to pay attention and try you're hardest!" Hermione snapped.
"You're not my mother," Ron barked.
"I might as well be, you certainly need someone watching you constantly," Hermione commented.
In the middle of class, much to Hermione's dismay, Ron fell asleep. Cambria turned around to face Ron and Harry. Hermione shook her head bitterly as Cambria held in a snigger once Ron gave a soft snore. A few moments later, Ron gave a loud snort, and she found herself cracking up, holding her side as her eyes watered.
"Cambria!" Hermione hissed, watching the class turn around curiously.
Harry gave a small chuckle; Cambria stopped abruptly when the professor looked at her. When ten minutes were left in the class, Ron snored loudly, three times to be exact. This time, Cambria didn't even bother holding in her laughter. She banged her hand on the table from laughing so hard. She snickered rather obnoxiously, joined by Harry. Her eyes watered once more, and Hermione elbowed her ribs, "Stop it, you're causing a scene!"
This made Cambria giggle harder; making matters worse, Ron muttered some words in his sleep, letting out a small, girly scream. Cambria thought she was going to wet her pants; Harry felt the same way as well.
"Miss McLean? Can you please tell the class what is so funny?" The professor demanded.
Cambria's eyes widened, "Oh, nothing, sorry professor," she quickly stated, "But, seriously, may I please go to the restroom?"
"No, you can wait a few minutes," he turned towards the board again.
"Professor, you don't understand, this is a dire emergency," Cambria began to hop in her seat.
"Miss McLean, sit down," he warned after Cambria stood up.
Cambria felt frustrated, "Sir, unless you want to clean up a mess, I suggest you let me go," she argued.
"Sit…..down……" the professor said slowly.
"I can't," Cambria grabbed her bag and ran out of the room, "I'll serve detention later!" She waved as the door shut.