The Peak Of My Existence [T.N]

ALMOST MIDNIGHT

Her feet were running at an unimaginable pace as she searched the long dark corridors of the unfamiliar scenery. Her breathing was heavy and she heard and felt her heartbeat in her ears.

She searched frantically for escape. Down lengthy passageways, through large doors, down showcasing, extravagant and more hidden, small spiral staircases.

She wished for nothing more than to find the large wooden doors that she entered through. She was unaware of how long ago that was, when she was carried through the doors against her will, carried towards her deepest fear.

At the end of a long dark corridor that provided numerous doorways, stood a large mahogany door. There were engravings that were delicately carved into snakes that curled around the large brass doorknob that sat centre.

Her feet carried her across the dark green rug, the patterns of which were a blur to her eyes due to her speed. She begged her legs to accelerate as she became closer and closer to the prospect of escape.

As she reached the door that was waiting for her, her arms became outstretched and her hands collided with the wood. The door swung open as she lunged through. Only instead of meeting the floor, she fell through darkness. The light of the doorway slipping away as she continued to fall downwards into nothingness.

The final day of the year, how bittersweet.

Talks of the highlights, the downsides and the overall excitement to get absolutely legless when the clock strikes twelve.

The Gryffindor common room had been decorated perfectly by Hermione and Vulpecula, who had paid attention to detail while the twins yelled orders at them.

Red, blue, yellow and green balloons and banners were strung up around the walls and magically floated around in the air. The mantelpiece above the fireplace was decorated with a golden vine that sported occasional miniature disco-balls. Bunting hung from each end of the fireplace, each triangle presented a letter from the words 'Happy New Year'.

In one corner of the room, an abnormally large record player stood with multiple records in a crate on the table next to it. On the other side of the room was the prize that each student would be visiting on multiple occasions that night, the drinks table. It was already littered with all kinds of alcohol, muggle and magical, and would fill up even more as the Weasley twins had encouraged partiers to bring their own drinks also.

Word of the party travelled fast at the feast that night. All students had returned to Hogwarts and every single young wizard and witch in the castle were buzzing with excitement.

"Oh Mione, I don't know about this dress..." Vulpecula shifted on her feet in front of her mirror.

Her eyebrows were pulled together as she chewed her bottom lip and eyed the dress. It was a black velvet that hugged her figure and emphasised her curves and cleavage, it's length stopped mid-thigh, exposing a large amount of her legs. The long sleeves of the dress were a translucent chiffon that puffed out and came tight around her wrist before the ends of the material flared out once more.

She wouldn't usually be so formal for a common room party but Fred and George insisted on formal attire for the evening.

Vulpecula wanted to push her dream from the night before out of her mind and let loose, she had no idea what it meant, where it was or why she had it. Despite the vagueness of it, one thing she knew was that it was not good.

She was never one for New Years, they reminded her that she'd have another year of being confused about her future and feeling overwhelmed by life itself; however there was the small achievement of actually making it through the year and spending more time with those she loved so dearly.