A midsummer's night dream (open)

[amandalarsen]

Nightingale, sing us a song
Of a love that once belonged

The night didn't take too well with Amanda as she manage to hoist herself up on her bed, sitting there, and thinking of what to do next. Her sapphire eyes look through the window at the starry night, glistening, and gleaming brightly close to the almost full moon night. Maybe, just maybe, she needed so fresh air out of these castle walls. Maybe.

Nightingale, tell me your tale
Was your journey far too long?

She crept quietly down the halls, under a dillusio charm so she wouldn't get caught by any Prefect who was on guard. And as she made her way out to the courtyard, she took the spell off, revealing herself in the moonlight. Her tall slender figure soon slipped in the doorway of the Dallin tower, her white night-gown touching lightly over the ground.

Amanda looked as if she was hovering with each step she took. Her long curly blonde tendrils as bright as the sun fell down to her waist, and her pale skin, flawless, looked luminescent in the moon's light. She climbed up the many levels in this tower, passing different rooms until she entered the very top that was open to the vast sky. Everywhere, the stars covered the velvety sky.

Does it seem like I'm looking for an answer
To a question I can't ask
I don't know which way the feather falls
Or if I should blow it to the left

Across the room, she sat down on a bench by the window. The moon spilled it's light onto her and the cool stone floor below her bare feet. Her vibrant sapphire eyes glistened as she looked up, wishing upon a star, and smiling briefly for a second. It was only a fool's wish, but she still believed in fairytales. How could she not? She's still young and could always believe in having hope.

All the voices that are spinnin' around my
Trying to tell me what to say
Can I fly right behind you
And you can take me away

The night was surreal, full of moving shadows and hidden light that magically danced together. As she glanced down at the shadowy grounds, there wasn't much to look forward to. The night sky did reflect on the rippling waters of the distant lake, but Amanda looked away and back to the starry sky. She was a vision of beauty, if anyone were to walk in on her, flawless in any way imaginable.

She was a vision in white, to anyone's figment of their imagination, an angel. And as she leaned her arms on the window sill, crossing them comfortably so that she could lay her head on them for a cushion, she gleams towards the heaven-like sky. Finally, for the first time tonight, she was able to find her center, clarity, peace, and serenity.

Nightingale, sing us a song
Sing us a song

[zebralover]

The day... It was a boring day. It was a day like any other. The kind where you get up, go to the MER meet people and then go to bed. It was the kind of day that the dinosaur-loving 14-year-old hated. The kind that she wanted to leave her like a bad dream disappeared once one woke up. And the beautiful thing? It did. How? With rebellion. Cecily wasn't rebellious, so this was all very odd. It was weird, the way she walked and feared that she would get detention. She might cry if she got detention. Yes, she was a bit of a baby. But who wanted detention, anyway?

The place was dark. She was glad she had brought her wand. She was also glad there wasn't much to do in this place. There was so little to do, she had read the textbooks over and over. So she knew the way to get light. "Lumos," she whispered, scared, perhaps. But what was wrong with the place? Nothing. It was just a corridor. And at the end, there stood a door.

She hesitated for a moment, before nearing it. But, all the same, found herself nearing it. It was thrilling to be doing something against the rules. It was a new feeling. It was a rare feeling. It was a treat. And she decided it should stay so. She wouldn't do this again for a long while. She set her hand upon the handle and turned it. It opened and she smiled.

She began her ascent up the stairs. There were so many. She passed floor after floor. Room after room. At times, she dared to stop, but then continued, finding every moment she was not moving a chance for her to get caught. She had no wish to get caught. She wanted to stay with a clean record. And getting caught and landing herself in detention was not a good idea.

She had reached the top. Something Someone was there. Was she... An angel? No. Cecily was being silly. It was just a girl, in a night gown. Apparently, unlike Cecily, she hadn't bothered to change into jeans. She watched the girl for a moment or two and then looked around. What was she going to do now? Wait... This girl. Why would she be out unless... She was a prefect. She had run into a prefect. Oh. No.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, blushing, looking down at her feet, "don't give me detention, Miss Prefect, I'm really sorry."

[amandalarsen]

The empty room that once smelled sweetly
Of all the flowers you plucked

And the night was so quiet and peaceful. Amanda could imagine herself actually floating in thin air, laying her back toward the ground, and just enjoying the weightless drifting through the sky. That is if she could ever master flying in the future that way. Instead, a broom would do for now, if she ever felt like leaving the tower and dressing into something more fitting for flying.

But she didn't have the heart to go to the pitch. Not after Katy Devil had graduated. Her Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain and friend that she missed so dearly. And she was left with Jodi Peterson, who decided not to graduate early. To much of Amanda's relief, she'd make the most of this term to hold on to Jodi and hopefully keep in touch with Katy, eventually.

Her desire to fly declined since there was no captain. And she wondered who would get the title. Mark Lobo would be a perfect fit since he's been on the team longer than Amanda. And he was, afterall, Co-Captain. Her mind centered around Quidditch for awhile, wishing that maybe she'd get Captaincy over Holden and Timothy. A selfish idea, but she had so much planned if she were captain.

The summer days are gone too soon
You shoot the moon
And miss completely

Amanda stopped for a moment, listening, and pin-pointing where that sound was coming from. Down below. Someone has entered the tower. But she didn't bother to turn around for she didn't feel like facing a Prefect, if he or she were one. She didn't have any explanation for being up in the tower, but her reason is as good as their own for being up this late too.

Softly a sigh escaped her pale pink lips as her sapphire orbs fixed on the almost full moon in the distance. The stairs creaked and so did the door that opened to let the other stranger inside. Hesitant, she waited, for anything. She half-expected to be scolded for being out late, perhaps detention, or for a bit of fun a hex. Who knew what they prefects were up to these days and their little antic.

Now the fall is here again
You can't begin to give in
It's all over

However, to her surprise, it was a young girl who spoke to her. Amanda turned, on the bench she sat on, toward the girl. She seemed quite shy at first. Especially in her defense as she apologized twice and wished to deny detention. Prefect? Amanda wished she was one, but Terra rightly deserved the position as much as Amanda did. It's not really a loss though.

"Prefect." She nodded her head. "You wouldn't have to worry about one around here. I'm sorry, but you're sadly mistaken. I'm no Prefect. So I doubt you'll be getting detention from me tonight." Her lips curve upward in a warm, gentle smile. "Instead of Miss Prefect, I'm Miss Amanda Larsen. Or just Amanda for short. And who may you be?"

Why we had to each be lonely
It was just the season

[zebralover]

The girl turned. Sapphire orbs inspected her. Golden Blonde locks fell loosely on the girl's shoulder. The girl listened to her apology. What would this prefect do? Would she be kind to her? Or would she mean? Would she get detention right away? And if she got detention, would that minus her chances at being a prefect, head girl, or maybe even graduating. Cecily had never gotten detention before. Not even at her old school. Never.

Prefect. You wouldn't have to worry about one around here. I'm sorry, but you're sadly mistaken. I'm no Prefect. So I doubt you'll be getting detention from me tonight. Instead of Miss Prefect, I'm Miss Amanda Larsen. Or just Amanda for short. And who may you be?

A relieved sigh escaped the first year's lips. She would not get detention. Only a friendly face. A girl. Amanda Larsen. What an interesting name. It was even pretty. The girl seemed kind. She seemed a year or two older than Cecily. But not much. It made no difference. None at all. She nodded to the girl. It seemed odd. A girl in a white dress, just standing in the tower in the middle of the night. But she let it pass.

"Oh," Cecily said, her voice much happier, "I'm Cecily, Cecily Jacqueline Parker."

Wow. She gave her full name. >.< How odd. What was the point of adding her middle name? She knew why. Jacqueline was part of Cecily's identity, but, of course, Miss Larsen didn't know that. So it probably just seemed odd. Cecily probably seemed odd. And, if they started a conversation, she would seem even odder. With her love of dinosaurs. And, of course, the fact that she still sucked lollipops and skipped everywhere.

[amandalarsen]

How long can a girl be shackled to you?
How long before my dignity is reclaimed?
How long can a girl stay haunted by you?

Amanda must've looked out of place with her pearly white attire on. It was night afterall, and she couldn't sleep tonight. The stars were her comfort and so was the dark sky. Night fall, the night had given her long tales to live by and relax to. These were the nights she found herself dreaming and wishing that the world could be a simplier place for her.

And yet, she knew that her wishes never came true. Her dreams were but a memory and the night always filled her with darkness and depression. Though, what could she be sad about these days besides the lonely comfort of one's self? Not even Alessa or Nathaniel could give Amanda what she wants, not even this girl that is present in the same room as the Hufflepuff.

Her pale pink lips parted, as if she were going to say something else, but bit down as the girl finally introduced herself to Amanda. She faintly smiled, learning the whole of the girl's name, and nodded. "Nice to meet you under such awkward circumstances Cecily." She replied softly as her sapphire orbs looked down to her night-gown.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she brought her knees up close to her best, hugging them closely to her body for comfort and stability. "Tonight I've been restless. Seems like I couldn't sleep normally like I could have. Must've been something in the air." Her shoulder shrugs as she sheepishly smiles to the girl. Her delicate features shone more with doubt in her mind.

"Sorry if I startle you with my mutterings. It just seems that, I don't know, that I've been having a hard time this term. All the changes and classes. I'm just confused, especially with the promotions and where my friends' loyalties lie. You should be most careful with who you trust. That I can offer as advice." Though what she used to offer was gossip, the cold harsh truth, even if many students didn't like her writings.

How long can a girl be tortured by you?
How long before my dignity is reclaimed?
How long can a girl be haunted by you?

Though her passion to write was long over with. And she didn't have the heart to produce anymore of her personal advice besides in a journal only belonging to herself. She could be called a washed-up has-been, but one day her passion to write will ignite and this whole school would be under fire. Only if she could find that muse again. If only he would ever talk to her again.

Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name