#amycus03

The school year had been going well. Evan was pleased. It was an excellent start to his Hogwarts career. Over the past two months, he had settled into a routine of classes, friends, homework, and exploring, all while getting three full meals a day. Life was pretty good. 

Except for the lack of sleep. 

Amyus had been crying at night - a lot. Like Evan, none of the other boys could sleep. However, none of them were willing to do anything about the crybaby problem, so it had fallen to Evan to talk to Amycus. The reasoning was that if they could figure out why Carrow was crying, they could hopefully come up with a way for him to stop. The plan was for him to pull their dorm mate away from everyone else after lunch. Only, Evan hadn’t gotten a restful night’s sleep since the boys had made that decision (mercifully without Amycus), so screw decorum, Evan was going to talk to Amycus now because it was currently Merlin knew how late and he was tired, dammit. 

Evan extricated his legs from his blankets, gently slid out of bed, and tip toed over to the blubbering crying boy’s four posters. 

“Amycus,” he whispered. “Shut up.”