Reflections - Mattheo Riddle

Disarming lesson

Kirra made her way into the common room, sighing softly as she found herself a comfortable spot on a worn out, yellow beanbag near the fire. A soft yawn fell from her chapped lips, her hand coming up to rub her tired eyes. She hadnt been sleeping well, so here she was, exhausted beyond belief and unable to really concentrate on anything they have been learning.  

Kirra pulled out her Charms books and set to work on finishing her essay, though the words just seemed to be getting jumbled together and she couldn't manage to memorise anything. 

Midnight came and went while Kirra was reading and rereading a passage about the uses of scurvy-grass, lovage and sneezewort and not taking in a word of it.

These plantes are moste efficacious in the inflaming of the braine, and are therefore much used in Confusing and Befuddlement Draughts, where the wizard is desirous of producing hot-headedness and recklessness ...

... was Sirius becoming reckless cooped up in Grimmauld Place ...

... moste efficacious in the inflaming of the braine, and are therefore much used ...

... the Daily Prophet would think her brain was inflamed if they found out that she knew what Voldemort was feeling ...

... therefore much used in Confusing and Befuddlement Draughts ...

... confusing was the word, all right; why did she know what Voldemort was feeling? could this get her friends hurt in any way

... where the wizard is desirous ...

... how Kirra would like to sleep ...

... of producing hot-headedness ...

... it was warm and comfortable in her beanbag before the fire, with the rain still beating heavily on the windowpanes, Whiskers purring, and the crackling of the flames ...

The book slipped from Kirra's slack grip and landed with a dull thud on the hearthrug. Her head lolled sideways ...

She was walking once more along a windowless corridor, her footsteps echoing in the silence. As the door at the end of the passage loomed larger, her heart beat fast with excitement ... if she could only open it ... enter beyond ...

She stretched out her hand ... her fingertips were inches from it ... 'Kirra Potter, my lady!'
She awoke with a start. The candles had all been extinguished in the common room, but there was something moving close by. 

'Whozair?' said Kirra, sitting upright in her spot, quickly removing a wad of drool that had slipped down her chin with the sleeve of her jumper. The fire was almost out, the room very dark.

'Dobby has come to check on you!' said a squeaky voice.

'Dobby?' said Kirra thickly, peering through the gloom towards the source of the voice.

Dobby the house-elf was standing there. His large, pointed ears were now sticking out from beneath what looked like all the hats Hermione had ever knitted; he was wearing one on top of the other, so that his head seemed elongated by two or three feet, and on the very topmost bobble sat Hedwig, hooting serenely and obviously cured.

'Dobby saw Kirra Potter talking to herself earlier when she was walking back to the common room and decided to check on her when I finished in the kitchen,' said the elf squeakily, with a look of positive adoration but also concern on his face. 

'Thanks, Dobby,' said Kirra, smiling softly and blinking hard, trying to rid herself of the image of the door in her dream ... it had been very vivid. Looking back at Dobby, she noticed that the elf was also wearing several scarves and innumerable socks, so that his feet looked far too big for his body.