Notes From The Loon.
Frightening Thought Du Jour: The Lunatic has lost her potions book. Not to mention, Callie had a spasm fit thing. She's doing her little kitty cough over and over. Time to call the vet, again.
"Loony? Earth to Lunatic?" I could hear, distant until a large hand waved in front of my face. I turned my head and glared at Cho Chang, upset at the interruption for my Lover-Gazing. "Now that I have your attention," Cho began, sounding droll enough to supply me more dreams, "you and Padma have Common Room duties this week." As she finished her sentence, I nodded, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "Yes ma'am. Anything for you, Cho." I replied, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice. She glared and left, leaving me to drool over The Boy.
I'm sure I'm not the only one, ahem Hermione, but I'm head-over-heels for Ronald Weasley. I don't know why, exactly, seeing as he would never fall for the brown-eyed maniac. He's just, how do I say this, so fine.
I glance over Padma's shoulder, keeping my gaze steady on him. He must have said something funny, because Hermione's having a giggle fit, and she just took his-wait a minute. Ron and Hermione are holding hands. This must be a sick joke. I can feel the tears swell up in my eyes, making them even mistier than usual. Padma watched and frowns. "What's wrong Lune?" she questions, worried for my sake. I snap back into reality world and shake my head, silently. I stand, not very well because my knees feel like Jell-O, and walk out of the Great Hall, cursing Hermione Granger and Cho Chang under my breath.
It's not until I'm in my safe bed that I let the tears fall, cuddling Callie to my chest until I drift off to sleep, leaving my potions essay and charms homework tin the back of my mind.
Authors Note: I do not own any characters. Wait, I own Callie, the pretty kitty. I'll put up Chapter Two when I get 1 or two reviews.
Frightening Thought Du Jour: The Lunatic has lost her potions book. Not to mention, Callie had a spasm fit thing. She's doing her little kitty cough over and over. Time to call the vet, again.
"Loony? Earth to Lunatic?" I could hear, distant until a large hand waved in front of my face. I turned my head and glared at Cho Chang, upset at the interruption for my Lover-Gazing. "Now that I have your attention," Cho began, sounding droll enough to supply me more dreams, "you and Padma have Common Room duties this week." As she finished her sentence, I nodded, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "Yes ma'am. Anything for you, Cho." I replied, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice. She glared and left, leaving me to drool over The Boy.
I'm sure I'm not the only one, ahem Hermione, but I'm head-over-heels for Ronald Weasley. I don't know why, exactly, seeing as he would never fall for the brown-eyed maniac. He's just, how do I say this, so fine.
I glance over Padma's shoulder, keeping my gaze steady on him. He must have said something funny, because Hermione's having a giggle fit, and she just took his-wait a minute. Ron and Hermione are holding hands. This must be a sick joke. I can feel the tears swell up in my eyes, making them even mistier than usual. Padma watched and frowns. "What's wrong Lune?" she questions, worried for my sake. I snap back into reality world and shake my head, silently. I stand, not very well because my knees feel like Jell-O, and walk out of the Great Hall, cursing Hermione Granger and Cho Chang under my breath.
It's not until I'm in my safe bed that I let the tears fall, cuddling Callie to my chest until I drift off to sleep, leaving my potions essay and charms homework tin the back of my mind.
Authors Note: I do not own any characters. Wait, I own Callie, the pretty kitty. I'll put up Chapter Two when I get 1 or two reviews.