John quickly fell asleep, although woke up quickly when his dream about Hogwarts quickly turned bad when it just randomly blew up, killing everyone inside. He'd always been prone to nightmares, sadly, and had to often take sleeping medication because of them. He startled awake, feeling a bit of a cold sweat covering his body. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawning. "Never mind, forget sleeping." He mumbled, looking out the window. It was going to be difficult sleeping in a dorm with other students if he kept screaming himself awake every night. He hated his nightmares - they were always of the most cliche things. His worst was when he dreamed of his family being murdered right in front of him, and he couldn't do anything because he was chained to a wall. He hadn't slept for days after that. His mind just apparently liked him to suffer when he was sleeping, which was irritable because than he was snappish the rest of the day.