Summary: I'm not gonna do one so read it and see what it's like for yourself! =)
Author's Note: This is after book 8 so is there a Mirror of Amoret still? And constructive criticism is greatly appreciated as I'm an inexperienced writer.
Disclaimer: All characters in this fanfiction belong to Jenny Nimmo, lucky person!
Chapter 1
It was 4.30 in the morning. The occupants of Diamond Corner were all sound asleep. Or were they? Charlie sat bolt upright for the fifth time in that week. That voice he knew so well kept waking him up. From the corner of the room a sleepy voice asked, "Charlie, are you alright?" "What do you think?" snapped Charlie. "It's not my fault a voice keeps screaming in my head, is it?" There was a creak of springs and a soft padding of feet as Billy got up and walked over to Charlie's bed clutching Rembrandt. "What kind of voice, then?" enquired Billy. "You don't need to know," said Charlie morosely, turning away to face the door. There came a squeak as Rembrandt jumped out of Billy's hands and onto the bed. He settled down and started to squeak softly. "What's he saying, Billy?" came Charlie's voice. Billy grinned. Charlie could never resist one of Rembrandt's stories. "Turn over and I'll tell you." Charlie rolled over and managed to squash Rembrandt in the process. Rembrandt started squeaking loud enough to wake the whole house. "Ssh, Rem. Charlie, roll over and be quick about it 'cause I'll never forgive you if he suffocates." Charlie had rolled back before Billy could finish his lecture. Rembrandt lay sprawled on his back gasping, if a rat could gasp, anyway. "Now look what you've done!" cried Billy. He fussed over him for a good few minutes. "Are you going to tell me now?" asked Charlie at last. "Okay. Rem was talking about the times he shared with Gloria before you squashed him. And he knows who that screaming person is." Charlie fell off the bed with a surprised thump. "He knows?" choked Charlie. "Well, apparently he does and if you hadn't..." Billy was cut off by a faint squeak. "Rem! You're awake!" squealed Billy. A curly head poked in and exclaimed, "Well! It seems like you boys are turning over a new leaf! I'll be blessed." "Maisie! I didn't know that you woke up this early!" said Charlie in surprise. "And just what are you doing on the floor, Charlie? Billy, did you push him off?" "Maisie! He rolled off himself. I didn't do anything," protested Billy. "As you please. And now if you'd excuse me I need to go down. I'm already disgracefully late." And with that, Maisie withdrew her head and scurried downstairs. Charlie looked at Billy expectantly and said, "You were saying?"
And here I leave you with a question. A few questions, actually. What do you think Billy told Charlie? And how does Rembrandt know the person Charlie is dreaming about? Next chapter in a week's time if I manage to complete my Mandarin essay in time. Bye!
