Hey, I just read the Septimus Heap series, and I have to say, its AMAZING! Not as good as HP, but I love it! I won't be comparing the two, but I read the series, and Darke, and so now I'm I'm writing my first Septimus Heap series!
I don't own Septimus Heap, but if I could meet Angie Sage...
Septimus walked into the small hospital.
"Are you here to see Syrah?" Rose asked.
"Yeah, is everything all right with her?" Septimus asked, concerned.
Rose smiled. "Yeah, she's actually getting better. Hasn't woken yet," she said, seeing Septimus's extremly happy face, "but she's getting better. Way better,"
"Great, I'm going to go see her!" Septimus said, before practically skipping towards Syrah.
"Hey there Syrah." Septimus said gently. "How are you? Sorry I haven't been able to visit in soooo long. Marica has been driving me crazy, and even with the ability to take time of, I still haven't found time. Well, my Darke week went great, I got the results today. Perfect score!" Septimus said happily. "And then-"
Septimus's voice broke off as he saw Syrah's eyelash flutter. Septimus choked and then stared at her. And then she did it. She woke up. She coughed, and then slowly opened her eyes, and said in a croaky voice, "Sep..timus? Is that.. you?" she croaked.
"Your awake!" Septimus yelled, esatic. "ROSE, SHE'S AWAKE!" he screamed.
Rose came running in, and gasped as she saw Syrah struggle to sit up.
"Your awake!" Septimus repeated again, dazed by his own happiness.
"Sep?" Syrah croaked.
"Yeah Syrah?" Septimus said, worried.
"I missed you." she croaked.
"I missed you too."
