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, peacefulness, and silence.

Nightingale, sing us a song
Sing us a song

[chelsea]

o.o
I want to hug you for the choice in title.
I'm dying to read this book.
Honestly.

_____________________________________

It seemed that lately, she was feeling more daring than usual. And by daring, she really meant that she was feeling more daring. Dare-devils, she believed that's what they called them by.

Honestly, she wasn't like this normally. More of the type to stick to the rules, sometimes she was inclined to believe in what people called her - a goody two shoes. Although there probably was nothing wrong with that name, it was a label nontheless, and she detested labels.

(Yet at times, she found herself giving labels to others too.)

As she chewed on the bottom of her lip, she retrieved her jacket from the chair. A simple sports jacket, that covered the top half of her body pretty well. the bottom half, she would leave to the simple long track pants that she was wearing to help block the cold. What trust, given towards a piece of cloth.

(How weird indeed.)

As she raked a hand through her hair, she held the jacket close to her, alongst with grabbing a Ravenclaw scarf in her hand. Yes, Chelsea was very afraid of the cold, in all truth. She slept with an extra blanket at night, and swore that perhaps her favorite spell would be a fire spell, when she learnt it. At the moment, she knew a few simple spells, courtesy of Charms and Transfiguration.

Sometimes, she wished she was a higher year, so that she could learn more. Watching the other perform spells she only read about made her feel a little pathetic at times. A weakling, honestly. She wished the school had promotions or what not, and allowed her to just advance a year. Or two. That would be best.

As she shook her head, trying to snap herself out of her own thoughts, she realised that at the moment, she was already in the hallways. Out of the Ravenclaw tower and into one of the long winding hallways Hogwarts seems to be trademarked with. At least, she felt it was trademarked with. Chelsea could get lost in this place.

(Though that wouldn't be favorable.)

As she halted to a stop, she found herself presented with a staircase, that seemed to wind upwards, into yet another tower. The Ravenclaw First Year stared blankly at the stone steps that were neatly stacked against each other, and arranged in a winding pattern. It was rather beckoning, as though asking her to just go up.

(She was so tempted.)

And at the moment, she swore she heard someone coming around, and without a second thought, bounded up the stairs. What was once before her, was now below her, as she made a desperate escape from the sound she had heard in the hallway. If it was a prefect, she was in so much trouble.

(Perhaps, she would have laughed, if she had known that it was only a mouse.)

Brushing back her fringe from her eyes, she came to a slower pace than before, when she had been practically jumping up the steps. It really was surprising, what people could in a minute of panic, of fear. It changed people, in ways.

As her shoes made contact with the top step of the long staircase, Chelsea found herself pausing. Perhaps the very sight of another in the room made her hesitant to join her there. Would her presence be welcomed, or shunned? Would it be ignored, or noticed?

(Endless questions that tormented her.)

As she took a deep breath, she decided she would continue with her journey. She had already come so far, it seemed foolish to not continue. She wasn't a quitter, if anything. The only reason that would render her from entering the Tower, was perhaps because she felt strangely uncomfortable.

The other was dressed, as she had put, like an angel.

Here Chelsea was, dressed like some measly commoner.

Shaking the thought out of her head, she took the final step, and crossed the threshold. Her blue-green eyes landed on the figure, as she let two words escape her mouth, two words that cound annouce her arrival and perhaps show her apology, for disturbing the other.

For disturbing her where she was seemingly at peace.

'Excuse me...'

[/color][/blockquote][/font][/sub]

[amandalarsen]

((OOC: It's a good book and the movie is okay =) ))

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 the last tryouts. They weren't so successful as she would have wanted them to be. And she would have liked just a little bit of help from everyone else. Maybe she relied too much on her team. Maybe she just needed to finally release her grip on dependance and embrace her true power over the team.

Hah power, Amanda was never that power driven with anything. She may have passion for Quidditch, and in her relationships to her friends, but nothing else. She could never be like those Slytherins who were far more ambitious than she. Nor could she be a Ravenclaw who were far more intelligent. And Gryffindor, who were definitely braver than herself. She was just Amanda, a friendly Hufflepuff to all. Hell, she's no artist either like them Mihaels.

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 these prefects were up to these days and their little antics. Including devious students.

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. Perhaps thinking that she disturbed Amanda and felt that her presence was unwanted. However, Amanda wasn't that rude to send off the student back to her dorm. Even if she weren't a Prefect, but she was nice enough to share the room with someone else.

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

She smiled faintly to the girl, half expecting more of a reply than 'excuse me,' but what else could she say? Unlike other students, many have just instantly introduced themselves, hoping that you'd eventually remember them in the future. But the girl's approach was more formal to Amanda, more apologetic for disturbing her silence. "Don't worry, I don't bite," she finally replied. "I just couldn't manage to sleep. And you?"

[chelsea]

Cause I rather waste my whole life pretending,
Than have to forget you for one whole minute.

What did night time make her feel?

Restless, honestly.

Very restless, as a matter of fact. Left her tossing and turning in bed, and ending up just staring at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, only closing when it was about three in the morn. She got very little sleep, as compared to most, but it was fine with her. Her body was used to all this. And besides, she would have fallen asleep if there was something to do in her state of boredom, but there normally wasn't.

She could try sketching, but that was just dumb. She couldn't draw properly. She could write, but that was worse. Lately, her muse had taken a leave of absence on her, and it didn't seem as though it would be returning soon. Stories that were half-finished lay half-finished in the folder that she had reserved for them. She could play the flute she had brought along, but it would be amusing if she could play it well enough others wouldn't complain.

(She was still learning, as most were too.)

It was these times, she wished she hadn't read all the books she had brought along with her. Perhaps then she might actually find something to do then. But nooo, she just had to get all bookworm-like, and finish her books in less than the two weeks she had been here.

(She could almost picture the word nerd, dancing on the other's lips.)

Perhaps that's why she turned to walks at night. Walks, that would successful distract her from all other type of things, and just allow her to exercise those rarely used leg muscles, and perhaps gain some peace and quiet. It was impossible to get that in the Ravenclaw Common Room, or anywhere for that matter.

(It was as though the entire world was filled with talkative people.)

Everywhere she went, people were insistent on talking. As though nothing would suit them better than just to have a hearty conversation. Sometimes, she was inclined to believe that they were in love with the sound of their own voice. How one could acheive that, she didn't know, but it seemed as though it was true.

It was rather hilarious, really.

She wasn't one for conversation, other than a few brief words. Unless she found the other interesting. Some just annoyed her, and it didn't help if they had this rather high voice or a peppy attitude. Cheerleaders - that was what she was made to remember, and it didn't bode well for whoever was talking to her.

(Because she hated cheerleaders.)

She inclined her head, when the other responded. Well, she sure had a soft voice. Not an annoying one, which was more than welcomed at the moment. A hesitant look of appreciation in her eyes appeared, as she muttered a small but audible 'I hope not.'

[/color] She was amused, when the other claimed that she didn't bite.

The fourteen-year-old wasn't that sure about what she said.

As the other claimed that she couldn't get to sleep, she nodded, and deciding she might as well take a seat too, she sat down. Opposite the other, on the floor. The floor suited her just fine, really. And she was afraid to impose on the seat that the other had just claimed.

Charming. Of all times to turn very shy, she had to choose now.

Nodding at the other's reason on being here, she parted her lips to reply. 'I don't sleep much at night. Couldn't sleep, you can say that. I'm almost nocturnal, it's frightening.'[/color] She said this so easily, it was a little spooky. Since most would have said it with a grin, whilst she said it so monotonously, you thought she was being forced to say this.

(It sincerely wasn't the case.)[/blockquote][/font][/sub]