Regrettably, Jackson often found himself plagued with anxiety. It had started after the death of his parents. the paranoia and worry of what could happen to the rest of the people in his life was something he fueled his thoughts daily. Especially because his parents death had without a doubt been his fault. He was born a wizard and them muggles, he so often wishes that his life was- well....normal. He would have been happy as a muggle. As much as he adored his friends, if he could trade his magic for his parents he would do it in a heart beat. He’d hadn’t been able to sleep yet again. Anxiety having left him tossing and turning, predominately staring up at the ceiling in exasperation. He’d barely had three hours rest and it showed on his sunken features. Really it was no surprise that while he was studying in the library, he’d fallen asleep at the table with his head resting on the pages. All be it snoring very quietly. Well that had been until he’d been nudged awake, his name echoing through his subconscious and bringing him reluctantly back to reality. Blinking through his lashes as he peered up at the familiar face. “Umhmm- aye, what yer-” The raven haired boy uttered as he ran his hand over his face as if that could some how bring my life back it. “I’m awake- I’m awake- ..what did ye say?” @butterflyun
