Head for the hills, the kitchen's on fire

[Matilda Wentworth]

( Opppennn :] )

Sleep; it was a bizarre thing. One could lose themselves in this state of mind and body for hours on end. Days, week, months, years even, granted there was a reason to explain. You couldn't physically make yourself sleep for days on end (though some felt like they could at times) but if there was a problem contributing to your personal health, whether that be mental or physical, then you certainly could. Though in some cases, you wouldn't even be sleeping, would you? You'd simply be in an non-responsive state, unable to connect o respond to the world around you, but only the world that was in your mind. So really, one could relate that to sleep-walking, right? The state in which your body was in a, well, sleeping state, but functioning like you would normally. Walking, talking, going through a series of actions. It was funny how you could be totally unconscious of your surroundings and what you were doing, while being totally conscious to the way you moved. It was like imagining it in your mind, but letting the actions flow out into your body.

So it was rather a bizarre thing to see, that is, Matty Wentworth shuffling from the Common Room, and down the dark pathway that led to the inner dungeons. The spring night was rather warm, so she had only pajama's for the temperature. These consisted of no socks or such, a pair of bright red silk boxers with broom sticks patterned on them, that reached around the middle of her thigh, though the elastic was wearing over time, so the shorts dipped a little below her high-tops. She wore an over-sized brown tee-shirt that was loosely tucked into one side of her shorts, the sleeves rolled up a couple of times, and a print on the font that read 'Save a Broomstick, Ride a Quidditch Player'. Yes, it was fairly 'out there', but Matty had never intended on letting it reach anyone eye's but that of her sheets. The girl's hair was still in a messy bun, her bangs falling out here and there, and she wore a salmon and orange hemp necklace and bracelet, a gift from Emeric that she rarely took off.

The girl's eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her hands dropping limping at her sides. Matilda smiled to herself, but it was a rather spacey one, to match the dozy and 'zoned-out' look on her face. She was asleep, but yet, the girl was ambling down a dungeon pathway, who's corridor was only lit by the half-light lamps. The walls flickered with odd and strange shapes from the fire, and the shadows the Hufflepuff cast from her body would have only sent a whirl of fright if she were to wake herself up now. But, she walked, totally unaware of where she was headed, only aware of the scene in her mind. "No... no..." she murmured softly, stopping dead in her tracks and trying to bat away (rather uncoordinated, at that) something in front of her. "Go... the kitchen's on fire.. run... run!"

[Josh York]

While he wasn't a rule-breaker by nature, Josh had been rather careless with the idea of "students not wandering around at night" as well as "no students in the kitchens". Both rules had been discarded this night, for the thousandth time, if Josh counted properly. For some reason, he always found himself in the kitchens after hours. Josh wasn't quite sure why, but that was where he seemed to be ending up. He knew how cross his mother would be if she knew he was breaking these rules so often but...what didn't know couldn't hurt her. That was the Hufflepuff's philosophy and he was sticking to it.

After filling himself with a nice snack, he thanked the elves and he began making his way back to his common room. Josh was sleepy now that he'd had something to eat and was intent on getting to his bed quickly. But out in the hallway, he met a rather interesting surprise. Matty was walking toward him, but she didn't seem quite right. Eying her suspiciously, Josh ventured slowly toward the girl.
"Are you alright?" Josh asked her, his tone concerned and his brow furrowed to match his voice. She began lashing out at something invisible to him, muttering about the kitchens being in fire. Looking over his shoulder perplexed, Josh wasn't seeing any flames. What was wrong with her?

"Uh, Matty?" he asked, and then spoke a little louder, trying to hold her arms down, "Matty! Wake up!"

[Matilda Wentworth]

If Matty had been conscious to the fact that Josh was standing right in front of her at this time, she would probably have been both very shocked and embarrassed. Not only was she mumbling about the kitchen being on fire, but she was dressed in pajamas that may have classified as somewhat inappropriate. Well... on the plus side, at least it was an older student, and not that one of a first year. Otherwise explaining the meaning of her shirt slogan may have been just the tiniest bit awkward. But all the same, she wasn't aware of just who was in front of her, nor really of what she was doing. Sleep walking kind of had that effect you you.

The teenager continued to thrash the air in front of her, not yet having heard Josh's question of concern. Her head lulled to the side slightly and she groaned in what seemed to be a protest. Matilda did however, feel the boy make an attempt to hold down her arms. This seemed to knock her back into sense a little, accompanied by his raised voice. The Hufflepuff went to free her arms, by stepping back, but instead, she stumbled over her own feet. The girl tripped forward to wards Josh, her head bumping into his left shoulder and staying there. She struggled to free her arms, but gave up after a moment, in which she slowly began to wake. "But... the kitchen..." she murmured into Josh's shoulder.

[Josh York]

Josh hadn't really taken a look at the girl until she'd calmed down a little. He noticed her t-shirt and couldn't keep the light smirk of his lips. He really didn't mind how she looked because he knew he didn't look any better. In a plain black t-shirt and flannel, checkered pants, Josh knew he wasn't exactly a fashion icon. His short, copper hair that was usually styled, was pretty fly-away and all over the place, considering he'd just rolled out of bed.

Being a little preoccupied with thinking about how he looked, Josh hadn't realized Matty was coming at him. Suddenly, she was against his chest. His arms went up instinctively to catch her as her head drooped against his shoulder. Josh and Matty stood in the hall, the boy looking around frantically for a little help. Where was she headed? Did she even know she was out of bed?

"The kitchen's alright, Matty," Josh tried to tell her calmly and quietly. He began walking backward slightly, half-carrying the girl with him. He figured it wouldn't hurt to take her into the kitchen and get her to sit down until he could figure something else out.

[Matilda Wentworth]

His words hadn't been registering before now, but simply passing through her ears as some form of speech. Now, though, Matty actually recognized what he was saying through her dazed state. Yet still, as her mind began to work furiously to piece herself together, she didn't even know who's arms she had just landed in. The teenager lifted her head slightly her eyes barely opening, but they did all the same. Slits of green were evident through almost closed lids, and they grew brighter and wider as Matilda struggled to look at the boy. She could feel herself being pulled forward, and heaved her bare feet along the cold stone floor to make some kind of effort. It was a good half a minute before the Hufflepuff was about to put a name to the face she could see through cloudy vision. "Josh?" the girl breathed, confusion flooding her features. Where they were was out of the question, for she could barely make out her surroundings. "What... where are we going?" she asked him in a slurred voice, sighing deeply as she pulled her body upright.

Matty could feel an odd sense of anxiety file through her body. She recalled vaguely what he had just said about the kitchen's being fine, and he was helping her to walk through what seemed to be... the dungeons? She had no clue, despite the dim flickering lamps lighting up shadows of the two on the stone walls. Alright, so they were moving somewhere, but she couldn't tell if it was to wards or away from their Common Room. She let one of her hands slide across her stomach, pressing lightly on the baggy shirt. She didn't feel hurt, bruised, or injured in anyway, so there mustn't have been an accident or anything. What if it was an evacuation? But if so... why hadn't Matty been woken in order to get the younger years to safety... why was it Josh? What if... he was kidnapping her? She felt just as stupid as she probably looked for thinking like that.