What Nice Floors You Have Solo

There was a reason Elsian was hard to find even at the best of times.

It wasn't anything like him always being busy or trying to earn house points like some of the more studious or spirited students, it also wasn't anything remotely close to him getting into trouble or snooping around like some of the more mischievous or curious folk. Or at least, not the same type of snooping most of the other kids liked to do.

Oh no no. Its was something far more simple and in his opinion, enjoyable.

He was sleeping.

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Granted, the places he chose were definitely not traditional by any means. And well, that was the point really. He'd gotten so used to sleeping in places his old tutors or parents wouldn't look that...it just, evolved into an unbreakable habit. Once he got used to the place he was staying he'd just fall right back into the habit!

It'd almost seemed like the habit had never existed when he first arrived at Hogwarts. Yes, he'd taken a nap or two at the grounds or in the library but those places were pretty normal. It hadn't been until recently that he'd fallen back into the habit of finding himself little nooks and cranny's to hide away and take a nap for an hour or two. He went and got comfortable with the place after a few weeks; finally learned the layout of the school too. That's all it'd taken.

Habit back.

It was how he'd ended up here. Nobody had been here for awhile which had made it perfect for him when snooping around for hiding spots to sleep. Honestly, he'd been rather surprised at how abandoned the whole place felt seeing as how he'd seen first hand how many students seemed to like dancing and singing and all those exhausting hobbies. But hey. Who was he to complain when it had turned out to be such a good hide away?

The answer? He didn't. He put his effort into better action-napping.

Which was what he was actually in the process of doing at that exact moment! Shoving a pillow and small blanket that he'd been able to pack away underneath his books through sheer willpower and past experience into a corner of the room more dim than the center, ignoring the urge to throw himself onto the ground at the fireplace simply because he'd be so easy to spot.

The place was rather barren for a rehearsal room in his opinion. Save for a few pieces of furniture he had no doubt had been dragged here by other students who'd previously used it for whatever shows they put on. Again. He couldn't really complain. Especially seeing as how he'd purposely picked his spot because of how it was hidden by a small mass of stacked chairs left behind in the corner of the room.

They'd been a pain to shove and pull to make a spot behind them yet...the things you do for love. Or in his case, naps.

Of course, he knew he could just sleep in his dorm, the common room, or any number of places really. But the problem with those places were that he could be disturbed, easily tracked down to. Which, in that case, what was the point? The answer, there was none! If he couldn't easily sleep in the spot without having to worry about someone catching him slacking off or ruining his sleep then it was worthless.