Felicity smiled lightly, and shrugged. "It's alright. If you want to go up to the Ravenclaw tower, you can." she said, looking him up and down. "You look tired." she commented as an explanation. She didn't want him to feel like he had to stay with her; she had been fine standing in the hallway by herself before he came anyways. And she probably going down to the Kitchens anyways. Exausted as she was, she had no intention of falling asleep, knowing the dream that would wake her. So she would just get a cup of coffee or two. She had a low tolerance for cafene, which meant that she would be completely spazed out and beyond energized after she drank the two cups of coffee. She had been doing that for the past week or so. She could barely remember the last time she ahd slept, the week dragged on so long.

Fee tilted her head to the side slightly, a little surprised by his mood change. She bit her lip, wanting to ask him if anything was wrong. But then again, they had just met. She didn't want him telling her something he was uncomfortable with. She didn't want to push him. So, she just chewed on her lip, her gray eyes locked on the boy. He looked almost as bad as she did.

Trying not to feel to awkward after his statement, Felicity nodded. He was just trying to be nice. Probably noticed how much of a mess she was; she was getting worse and worse at hiding it. Sometimes, it felt as if her insides were burning... what was left of them anyways. And no amount of make-up could completely cover the hideously dark circles that fell under her eyes. She hated when people thought of her that way. She wanted to be strong, she had to be.

"You look like you've missed a lot of sleep." Fee commented finally, trying not to push the topic too much, but still curious as to why that might be. "What's on your mind?" she questioned him catiously.

Felicity bit her lip lightly. "Oh." she said. "Well, alright then." she added, with a small shrug. Rather be here? I wouldn't. she thought. Of course, at the same time she wasn't too much looking forward to the dreams that would surely greet her. She wondered if she should just become an insomniac. Never sleep. She wondered how shitty she would look after weeks upon weeks of no sleep. Probably like a zombie. Messy hair, dark circles, barely able to move. Of course, what would be the difference? That's how she was now. Only her blonde locks were well-kept.

As soon as the question slipped out of her mouth, Fee blushed. He probably wouldn't want to share anything with her, a complete stranger. For all he knew, whatever he was keeping she would tell the whole freaking school. She started to mumble as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his shoes. "Oh... um, sorry.. if that was a bit... personal. You don't have to say anything...." she mumbled, looking at the wall opposite of her, and feeling a little color creep into her ivory colored cheeks. She wasn't expecting him to answer, but he did. She looked at him, and their eyes locked for a moment.

Fee tilted her head to the side slightly as he started to speak. She bit her lip after he was done. "I'm sorry." she said in what she hoped to come out as a gentle voice. It was hard displaying any emotion of the late, but she really did feel sorry for the boy. She tried to think of something else to say, but was at a loss for words. Both of her parents had been in her whole life, and she had many siblings. She couldn't empathize. Not at all. "Why..." she swallowed, not wanting to pry too much. "I mean, did you know... why she, um,... left?" she managed to get out quietly.

Felicity smiled softly when he said it was alright. She really didn’t want to offend him or get him upset; she didn’t have many friends left and was starting to like the boy, kind of.

At his reaction to what she said next, she bit her lip. Fee wanted to comfort him somehow, but she didn’t know what to do. She was never good at comforting people, sympathy wasn’t something she had acquired until quite recently. She shook her head as he started speaking again, apologizing.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Felicity said. “It’s better that you got it off your chest anyways.” she added, shrugging lightly. She took a deep breath. “I know what it’s like to be under a lot of stress. It’s easier to talk to some one about it.” Easier, yes. And she supposed it would make you feel better. Not like she had really talked to anyone about herself, but then again, her situation was a lot different than his was.