An evening

From inside the nearly full Great Hall, Allen sat at the Gryffindor table, looking at a book about Transfiguration. He had trouble with the subject because he often slept through the class and ended up getting into trouble a lot. But thankfully, his long hair had managed to conceal most of his eyes so the instructor hadn't noticed his gently snoozing away. Yet it came back to haunt him whenever there was a test or a surprise quiz and often failed them. The instructor also mentioned to him after class that he was destined to fail if he didn't get his act together. So here was Allen, attempting to read a book that he couldn't understand and hoping that he would learn something from staring at blank pages.

Yet thankfully, it was almost dinner. Or rather, he thought it was close to dinner seeing as how almost everybody was in attendance. Allen took a small sigh and rested the left side of his face on his left palm. He was starting to feel more tired by the second, and if he didn't do something he would eventually pass out. Yet he continued to put himself into a sort of slumber that wasn't directly asleep, yet could be considered taking a nap. He breathed gently as he left himself fall into his subconscience.

Sam entered the Great Hall with a bounce in his step and a rumble in his stomach as he bounded down the aisles to the Gryffindor table, seeking out an empty space to call his own in order to get a fair share of what was probably going to be yet another fantastic dinner, provided of course by the magnificent house elves below the school hall.

He found, as he looked up and down the length of the table, a rather large space surrounding one particular Gryffindor who by the looks of it had either been poisoned by D'Eath or Forbes, or had got lost on his way to bed and had been forced to concede defeat and just sleep wherever he could.

Regardless, he was probably hungry, so Sam took it upon himself to help the poor kid out. "Hey you," he said, plonking down on the bench next to Allen and prodding the boy sharply in the ribs. "Get up, you're missing out on di- oh hey there Allen," he said with a grin, turning to his own dinner setting and grabbing his goblet of pumpkin juice. "How are you this evening? What're you reading?" He asked, his eyes stuck on the book below.