Percy
I propped my elbow on the table, pressing my hand against the side of my aching head, "I'm not doing well either."
"Did you ever get any sleep last night?" he sounded a little teary. "I woke up a few times and saw you sitting at the window."
"I had an hour of sleep." I told Oliver. I could have lied and said I'd gotten a nice rest last night, but I knew he'd see through my words like glass.
"I wouldn't even have figured that much." Oliver confessed.
Our eyes flicked back up at each other, "You don't seem rested either."
"I was having nightmares a lot." That answer had my heart fall a little out of place. Oliver really was taking this more severely than I was.
I gave him a little smile, "Of getting hit by bludgers."
It pleased me to hear him laughing. It was the only sound I could cope with hearing twice as loud because of my head ache.