𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒.
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One of them, an amateur artist, is at her wit's end and often wonders what new thing shall take place each year.
It star...
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Her senses were on high alert, as she lay tensed.
The girl stayed still, stiff and annoyed. Her eyes still closed using her sense of hearing to decipher what it was that had rudely awoken her up. The thing that oh so abruptly pulled her out from her own dream world where she made friends with a beautiful and grand, friendly stag.
Damn it! She didn't even get to unveil what was behind that door to her intrinsic eyes.
Was it one of the girls? Nope. They were all asleep in their own beds, except 'Mione who was currently snoozing away right beside her on the same bed.
Perhaps it was another girl from another room? Nah, She didn't think so.
A boy perhaps?— Wait no... The boys couldn't walk up the stairs to the girls' dormitory otherwise, the staircase would turn into a slide. Unless some boy managed to make himself float upstairs.
Unlikely! They are beyond stupid.
Somebody's pet maybe?
Because all she could feel right in that moment was a ridiculously, foul hot breath lingering— sniffing on her hand that was occupying her mother's ring tightly in her grasp close to her chest. For a moment she strained with worry having felt the breath creeping closer and closer to her ring neckless, making the strange figure fling back in lightning speed, causing her to curse herself with such expletives inside her head that surely would have caused Mrs. Weasley to have a stroke. The teenage girl heard the soft padding of feet across the floor.
Her barn owl softly hooted quietly at the strange intruder who merely huffed at him.
The footsteps then padded away to the door giving Carina the split second opportunity to squint her eyes open in the dark and see the abnormal outline of a figure swiftly walk out of the door, closing it gently, but fast.
Now any sane person would probably be suspicious and get up immediately to investigate. Right?
But not Carina. Drunken in sleep, she wanted to return to dreamland.
The girl simply shrugged thinking she could very well be still in a dreamlike state, hallucinating, or possibly in a stage of a sleep paralysis. Even though she doesn't have it. Now, combine that with a bit of laziness. She blissfully shut her eyes once again without a care in the world, drifting back to sleep for only just a few seconds, before she was yet again abruptly snatched away from out of it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!! NO, PLEASE, NOOOOOOO!"
Oh for fuck's sake.
Carina bolted straight out of her bed, grabbing her wand from under the pillow in the process and ran out of her dormitory and right down to the common room. She thought she saw something in the darkness run by speedily past her, but she paid it no mind as she sprinted up to the boys' staircase, towards the direction of the scream and barged straight right into Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville's dormitory with Hermione right behind her. The lamps in the room were all on and the boys seemed like they had just woken up too, looking bewildered and frightened at the same time.
