come one come all to this tragic AFFAIR
wipe off that makeup
WHATS IN IS DESPAIR

His eyes closed finally and he drifted off into an uncomfortable slumber. The fire was warm against his skin and the chair was comfortable underneath him, yet despite this he was still restless. He had been for over a week now, never sleeping for hours at a time and when he finally did sleep it was disturbed in some way. There was nothing wrong with him physically and if you asked him then he would tell you that there was nothing wrong with him mentally either. The truth was however, one did not simply become an insomniac merely on whims. No, there was always something that forced the change, the only problem with Kor was that he was unsure what it was. It irritated him how he almost always fell asleep in the common room, only to wake up an hour or so later and still feel endlessly tired. It was not an enjoyable experience for anyone involved.

Eccentric dreams plauged his sleep, bright colours and strange creatures lurked within his dreams and fitted together so fluidly that it was hard to find the contrast. Monsters did not lurk upon bright colours, so why did it seem so natural in the dream? There must've been a reason for that but he would sooner die than go ask the Divination teacher to explain his dreams. Koryn would never be quite that desperate. In his sleep he stirred restlessly, feeling himself close to wakefulness, but he couldn't let himself wake, not when he'd so shortly gone to sleep. It was never something he could prevent and so it was with a look of pure frustration that his eyes were forced open once more.

A sigh of annoyance was breathed through his pursed lips and he adopted a brooding look on his face, staring into the fire as if something within it would quench the tiredness from his veins. Something was wrong. It was the only conclusion he could draw for he was not naturally an insomniac and it was only recently that he had turned into one. Perhaps he could get someone to make him up a sleeping potion, or at least something that could draw he fatigue off him before classes, he was not coping. He was falling asleep in class which inevitably meant that he was falling behind and that would not do.

Kor heaved himself to his feet, he walked around the common room and ran his hands through his hair once more. Holding them there as if he was distressed or annoyed at something. Then with a final sigh he sat back in the armchair by the fire, his face was still brooding as he stared into the flames.

The fire crackled lazily to itself as he stared into the dense flames, the orange glow warmed his pale skin slightly and his hands began to relax on his knees, the tension that had been stung through his body seemed to seep away slowly. Kor tried to breath deeply, hoping that maybe that would help him achieve drowsiness but though he was starting to feel calmer and more relaxed he could still not achieve the sleep that he desired. Muttering a few curses to himself he ran his hands through his hair in the habitual movement that often claimed him. It wasn't a need to impress anyone that made him do that but simply that he had done it so often it now became something he didn't even realize he was doing it.

Suddenly a voice interrupted his reverie and he jumped slightly, more startled than suprise. He turned his head and blinked slightly, he knew that girl - Lucy Gallagher. She was in the same year as him and in a fair few of his classes, although what she was doing awake at this time of the night escaped him. "Hello, why are you awake?" He knew that the way his question was posed was quite blunt and maybe considered rude, but he had not slept in a while and so being nice and polite was beyond him at the moment.

OOC; crap post, i'm sorry.