Thread: A Matter of Mind (HP)- Moon/Lounger

Harry nodded a little. yes... there was... he paused, frowning, struggling to remember before he sighed. nope, lost it. he grumbled. i hate that, when the memories sort of tease me with an almost thought and then vanish when i try to grab them. he complained, sulking a little before he flushed brightly at the praise, looking at Nathan as if he had grown three more heads. clearly Harry had no idea what to do what that kind of praise. then again, Harry had never been very good with honest praise, he always flushed and ducked his head to avoid eye contact when someone said something nice about him. most of the school just thought he was shy. he happily did the dishes now that Nathaniel was helping, the disgusted feeling was swept away as soon as he realized he had help. Harry didn't really understand it, but then, he didn't understand a lot of things anymore. he blinked as Nathaniel showed him his wand again and he frowned as he examined his stick. he didn't care that his was a little bit uglier than Nathaniel's, his magic stick would work just fine, right? he didn't have a clue what Nathan meant by 'core' so he just ignored it and let the other show him how to properly grip the wand. Harry's hand kept sliding 'out of position' as he tried to mimic Nathaniel's motions. Harry kept trying to hold it like it was a bat, instead of like it was a pen. no wonder he was so awful at transfiguration and potions. those required such a level of precision that Harry simply couldn't mimic. unlike Charms, where you normally just pointed, and willed your magic to make it work. if there was one thing Harry was good at, it was Will. unfortunately Willpower didn't seam to be enough to make the Willow stick work. no matter what Harry did, nothing worked... though he did set the tip of it on fire at one point when he got too frustrated. nearly sixteen and still having bouts of 'accidental' magic. yikes. Harry finally got tired and tucked the Willow Stick away, deciding that he wanted to go to bed. and the poor boy did look exaughsted now that his excitement had worn off. not unexpected after the day that Harry had. maybe even days. he crawled into the guest room that Nathaniel had offered him, and was asleep in minutes. he was just as beautiful when sleeping, as he was when playing quidditch. his face was smooth and relaxed, and he didn't have that constant worry line in between his eyebrows. he slept rather peacefully until about three in the morning, when he jerked awake, trembling violently from a nightmare. he didn't scream though, if he screamed, he would be punished. he didn't want to be punished, so he had to be quiet. he slipped out of bed and padded on soft toes down to Nathaniel's room and hesitantly peeked inside before creeping across the room and hesitated before shaking Nathaniel's shoulder, wondering if he was going to be struck for interrupting the others sleep. Nathaniel... i had a nightmare... can i sleep with you? i'm scared... not many people would know this, but often times Neville Longbottom would let Harry share his dorm bed after a violent nightmare. not even Ron weasley knew about that habit, because both Harry and Neville got up before Ron did.