. The magic was strong enough that this lack of sleep didn’t affect him physically. He was always ready and able but it did make him crazy. He never knew what to do with himself at 2 in the morning. He’d pace. He’d go running. He’d read. He’d fling every charm he knew into the sky from the porch of his flat — well, at first. He was in a flat in Diagon Alley now and his neighbors weren’t thrilled about the light show. So sometimes he’d apparate just outside of Malfoy manor and let loose until he was sweating and panting, but still the magic was always there, thrumming and insistent. Whatever aches and fatigue his body felt were gone within hours. 