Title: Quiet Sleepless Night
Summary: The Ministry of Magic has been attacked and Gwaine is unable to sleep.
Warnings: Hogwarts AU
Word Count: 440
Prompt: #283: Insomnia
Author's Notes: A jump forward in time in my Hogwarts AU. They've grown and they've finished school. Reading the previous parts isn't necessary here.
Gwaine lay awake, tortuously aware of the quiet that surrounded him.
The flat was quiet. There was no one else home but him. No footsteps in the hall, no clanging from the kitchen, no running water in the bathroom. It was cool but uncomfortable. The bedroom windows were open but Gwaine had kicked off the duvet in his unrest.
The street below the windows was quiet. There was a distinct lack of activity. No cars driving by, no dogs barking in the moonlight, no people ambling home from the pub down the way. It was calm but unnatural. The noise that never kept Gwaine awake fueled his insomnia in its absence.
The mobile on the bedside table was quiet.
Gwaine threw out his self-imposed ‘no screens when he couldn’t sleep’ rule and reached blindly for the phone. The light was harsh when he turned on the screen; the lack of any notification even harsher. He dropped the phone among the bedding, letting it fall somewhere between the pillows and the headboard.
No call from Leon.
No text from Leon.
No Twitter DM from Leon.
No Patronus charm.
No message of any kind – Muggle or magic – from Leon since the Ministry was attacked.
Gwaine sat up suddenly, the weight of his thoughts and worst case scenarios making it hard to breathe. He ran his hand through his hair and unconsciously reached to his side for Leon, to assure Leon that everything was all right.
Gwaine clenched the empty bedding in his hand.
He pushed hastily out of bed, getting caught in the duvet he’d previously kicked aside. He wasn’t going to sleep – that was certain – and if he wasn’t going to sleep, he wasn’t going to sit around doing nothing. He didn’t care what Arthur said, he didn’t care what the Minister of Magic said. He couldn’t wait around for word on whether or not Leon was okay.
He was going to get that information himself even if he had to charge into the Ministry singlehandedly.
He got dressed, walking through their flat with his boots unlaced as he sought out his wand. Even after finishing his magical education at Hogwarts, Gwaine was careless with his wand; Leon attributed it to Gwaine preferring to do everyday things without magic. He could hear Leon reminding him to set a designated place for it as he found his wand between the couch cushions. He tucked it into his jacket as he went into the kitchen for a drink.
His pour of whiskey was interrupted by pounding on the front door.
“Gwaine! Gwaine, are you there? Alohomora!”