Aquila Malfoy is a young twenty-one-year-old witch who is currently working at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. The blonde haired genius is the daughter of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, and sister of Draco Malfoy. The prejudice p...
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Aquila rolled over in the soft sheets of her bed, trying to fall back asleep. She was on the edge of dreamland when her bedroom door banged open for the second time that morning.
"Aquila!" Shouted Charity. "You have work in less than 15 minutes! You have to get up!
"Just five more minutes," she mumbled groggily, reaching up and pulling her pillow over her head.
Aquila sighed in relief when she heard the retreating footsteps of her roommate and relaxed further into her warm sanctuary. She attempted to remember what she was dreaming about before she was rudely awoken, but lost the thought when she heard a noise coming to her room.
"Ahhhhhh!" Cried Charity in a warlike manner running toward Aquila's room.
Aquila furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, before her eyes widened. She threw her pillow off her head and struggled to untangle herself from her sheets. Aquila made frantic movements to hurriedly get out of her bed, before she felt a heavy weight on top of her.
"Oof," groaned Aquila as she got the wind knocked out of her. "Why did you do that!?"
Aquila felt Charity roll off her back and laid next to her, staring up at the ceiling. She pulled her head out from under her pillow and narrowed her eyes at her best friend.
Charity turned her head to give her a bright grin and glanced down at the wizarding watch that Aquila gave her for her seventeenth birthday and brightly said, "You now have twelve minutes."
"Shit!" Aquila yelled as she threw her comforter off her and looked down at her right wrist to confirm what time it was.
She made a crazed dash to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" she called through the door.
"I tried," Aquila clearly heard Charity say nonchalantly, deducing that she was propped up against the door. "You know, we literally do this almost everyday..."
Aquila cast a spell that pulled her hair up into a tight bun, not having the time to wash it this morning. She quickly splashed water on her face as Charity continued to talk about their mornings. Aquila grinned evilly before she suddenly swung the door open.
Charity let out a surprised noise and promptly fell on her arse on the cold bathroom tile.
