The pounding in his ears escalated as he tossed and turned in his four-poster. Even with his curtains drawn and a silencing charm placed, the beacon coming from Crabe’s nightlight slipped through the crack in the velvet drapes and the sound of his own heartbeats made him wince in pain. He was miserable no matter what. Even if he managed to drift off to a restless sleep, it was short-lived as his nightmares took control.