Part 1 Luna and Stella
Beep-beep-beep…Beep-beep-beep…Beep-bee---Luna rolled over and got up; she slammed down the button that shut off Stella's alarm clock. She turned to Stella and gave her a glare that could scare trolls.
"Why the hell was your alarm clock going off at 4 o'clock in the fucking morning, Stella?"
"Um…I'm meeting some friends," Stella, who was already up, slowly replied.
"Yes, but at 4 in the morning?" Luna asked.
"Yeah…about that, …4am is the only good time to play Quidditch."
"Quidditch? …Quidditch? Did I hear correctly? You're playing Quidditch at 4 in the morning?" said Luna dumbfoundedly. "And with whom, may I ask, are you playing … hem hem…Quidditch with?"
"Yeah, erm, Oliver and Marcus," Stella shot over her shoulder as she pulled her fuchsia tank over her mid section.
With that reply, Luna gave a disbelieving snort, got back into bed, and buried her head into her pillow.
"Night night… Sleeping Beauty," Stella whispered as she threw on her black shorts and walked out the door, Firebolt in hand.