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Noah was snoring. Loudly. It wasn’t exactly helping the fact that Charlie couldn’t sleep, in fact he had barely slept all night long. It might’ve had to deal with the fact that his Runes homework was in shreds and he’d have to redo the whole assignment this weekend, in addition to other essays and he wanted to make sure he’d be able to fly some time before Monday. He stretched his limbs out and sighed as he grabbed his pillow and let out a groan. Could he use a silencing charm around Noah? Or would that only work on him? Charlie shook his head and wondered who he could ask without sounding insane. Well, it was magic or smothering him, and magic seemed like an overall better option.

Charlie sat up and threw off his covers and looked out the window and vaguely wondered how early it was. He could take a nap later after all, and sleeping was now the last thing on his mind. He started humming as he put on his clothes, and looked around the common room. At least everyone was here tonight. Charlie felt extremely out of the loop when it came to his dorm mates, more than often they’d sneak out at late hours of the night, and of course he wasn’t supposed to care, but just the fact that he wasn’t involved in anything with people who were supposed to be his friends was a bit unnerving. Although things were definitely odd between Sam and Dean, Charlie had no way to approach that. Charlie decided on bringing his wand just in case, even though he only really wanted to walk to waste time until breakfast, and even then he’d probably just grab something quickly and start working on his homework for the second time.

By the time he’d made it out of the castle it was brighter, and clear at least after the last week. Charlie decided to just stay near the castle, after all it would be breakfast soon. It was only when he spotted the back of Melanie Robert’s head that his stomach did an uncomfortable back flip. He almost wanted to run away and make fun of himself, because honestly who recognizes the back of someone’s head? He was getting rather pathetic. It might have been the lack of sleep, or nutrition, or the fact that the two had just had a fight of sorts the previous night, but Charlie took a deep breath and walked straight towards the bench that Melanie was sitting on.

It would be simple, really, just say hello, maybe apologize some more, get on good terms with her. Because as much as he felt ridiculous for feeling so, Charlie honestly cared about Melanie and just her general happiness. He couldn’t stand the thought that he’d given her any grief. Even though she obviously didn’t feel the same way, he just wanted her to be happy.

Instead of saying hello or tapping her on the back, as general manners would have dictated, Charlie just sat down next to her on the bench and started to hum. It seemed for a couple of seconds like Melanie didn’t even notice he was there, though she had been known to daydream. Charlie just nodded and looked over at Melanie, his heart not racing at all like clichéd romance novels said, but it was almost like he wasn’t breathing and he didn’t have a pulse. He took a breath and then looked at Melanie as he gave her a weak smile.

“I- uhm, like your pyjamas.”