"Lily."
"Hmmmph..."
"Lily, wake up."
"Hmmm..."Bed...warm, soft bed...
"Lily Lily Lily Lily Lily..."
Prod. Prod. Prod.
"Guhaayyy..." was the unintelligible response from under my beloved pillow.
"Lillllyyyyyyyyy..." Prod.
"Go away..." Clearer this time.
"Rise and shine!" Ugh. Way to cheery for this ungodly hour.
Prod. Prod.
*Thump* Pillow, meet best mate.
Said best mate - who was currently being a pain in the arse - didn't hesitate to throw the pillow right back at my head.
"Lily and Jamesie, sitting in a tree; k-i-s-s-i..."
"FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE HONEYDUKES CHOCOLATE IN HOGSMEAD WOULD IT KILL YOU TO SOD OFF AND LET A GIRL SLEEP IN PEACE! IT'S SATURDAY FOR GOODNESS SAKES!" I angrily roared and opened my eyes.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Sparkling midnight-blue eyes, huge smile, dimples and all: the face of Rose Charles was inches from my face.
*Thump* I fell off the bed and was sprawled on the floor.
Good thing these dormitories are sound-proof.
Getting up on my feet and grumbling the entire time while ignoring Rose' obnoxiously tinkling bell-like laugh, I made my way to the bathroom. Clueless and blissfully ignorant as a bird, I was not anticipating the inevitable surprise I was soon about to discover.
Oh bugger. It seems like Mother Nature have once again decided to ruin my life. Being a member of the female species means putting up with crucio-worthy cramps, bloating, backaches, major mood swings, and bleeding from where the sun don't shine for one week during every single month for just about the majority of your life. Furthermore, being one of thousands of girls living together with synchronized menstrual cycles, basically guaranties a week of hell. Fun, isn't it?
I quickly grabbed a tampon and continued with my morning routine. 30 minutes later, I stormed out of the bathroom. Feeling disgruntled, grumpy, and miserable, I headed down to breakfast with an annoying cheery Rose, glaring at any and all passing males along the way.
TBC...