I can’t sleep. Even with the tent to myself, I can’t get to sleep. Moody gave everyone their leave but I get to keep working off my ‘carelessness’, fucking wanker! I keep thinking about Ron and the fact that I miss his voice. I miss more than his voice, to be honest, but — to bloody hell with this!I pull the mirror from my pocket and am about to call when I think better of it. He’s probably busy.Busy doing what at this hour? He could be on rounds.Or he could be hurt! He’s not hurt.“How do you know?” Oh hell! I’m really losing it if I’m having an argument with myself over this! I decide to call him and actually end up waking him.He’s sleeping? While I’m sitting here worried sick over him?“Wake up, Ron!”
"Get over it, Mate," I yawn. "Why don't you tell me about your training. Honestly, clearing your mind? Like Snape wanted you to do?"Harry runs his hand through his hair and his fag hangs off his bottom lip before he responds. He looks too tired and too thin. I'm not sure I like all this bloody training."Not exactly," Harry settles back on the bed. "Voldemort isn't trying to get in my head any more but--""Then why clear your mind," I interupt. "What's the point besides scrubbing your brain of the image of me and Tonks." I snort and laugh. "You know she belongs to Remus and I'm not getting on the wrong side of a werewolf.""I'm suppose to be able to control my emotions," Harry frowns. "I control my emotions just fine.""Yes," I stand up and move to my teapot. "I see you're doing a great job controlling your jealousy.""You'll see when you come to training, Ron," Harry insists and I chuckle as I heat up the kettle. It starts to whistle and I yawn again. "Look I should let you get some sleep.""Harry," I sit back down on the bed with my cuppa. "Aren't we beyond your need to hide things from me? I mean honestly, Mate. Tell me what I'm going to see when I come to training."