It was a stormy night. The flames, usually roaring in the fireplace, were reduced to ashes in the Gryffindor common room, and I was curled on a sofa, bored to death since that animagus dog disappeared. About four in the morning a thunder woke me up from my dreamless sleep and I stretched, ready for a walk before everybody awoke.
There was no one in the corridors, as I expected, so I headed to the kitchen and there she was, sitting near a big statue, an inspiring muse with her sparkling eyes looking at me like two jewels. It was just a second, then she stood and disappeared into a room. I stayed in front of that door for more than an hour, waiting to see her again or at least hear her voice, which I supposed would be like heavenly music, but it was all in vain.
I felt amused, a bit disappointed and very hungry, since I forgot about my trip to the kitchen and returned to the common room, were Hermione was already awake and getting dressed for school. I meowed and hoped she would get the hint and save some bacon from breakfast for me, but all she did was telling me to 'be a good cat' and wait for her to return later. I didn't like the idea, but I had no choice.
The bell rang to announce lunch break and I yawned as it woke me from my morning nap. It was easy to fall asleep after breakfast, it was more than that, it was a ritual. I couldn't remember what was I dreaming about, but I woke up feeling some kind of emptiness, and it was not my stomach, it had something to do with the misterious goddess in the corridors, I realized.
Before I could notice I was standing in front of the door... HER door. Without knowing what to do there or why did I want to see her again so desperately. She was a completely stranger after all, and probably she wouldn't care about someone like me.
I was taken back to reality by a noise. The door in front of which I was standing creaked as it opened slowly, but it was not her who came out but an old human with long hair and a scary face. He was carrying a broom and a bucket of water. The man looked down at me and smirked, then he tried to kick me, but I had started running just in time and didn't stop until I was at the common room again.
Not used to the exercise as I was, I curled up in Hermione's bed and tried to think about other things, but I couldn't take her out of my mind. I HAD to see her or I'd drive mad.
When the classes finished and the girls were back, I already had a plan and I waited until they were all asleep before I went down and slipped by the portrait.
As the night before, the corridors were silent and desert. I was on the fifth floor when I herd a wonderful voice coming from somewhere to my left. It was not a human voice, it was HERS!
I almost floated following that voice. It came from around the corner, but when I popped my head to see...
There was no one in the corridors, as I expected, so I headed to the kitchen and there she was, sitting near a big statue, an inspiring muse with her sparkling eyes looking at me like two jewels. It was just a second, then she stood and disappeared into a room. I stayed in front of that door for more than an hour, waiting to see her again or at least hear her voice, which I supposed would be like heavenly music, but it was all in vain.
I felt amused, a bit disappointed and very hungry, since I forgot about my trip to the kitchen and returned to the common room, were Hermione was already awake and getting dressed for school. I meowed and hoped she would get the hint and save some bacon from breakfast for me, but all she did was telling me to 'be a good cat' and wait for her to return later. I didn't like the idea, but I had no choice.
The bell rang to announce lunch break and I yawned as it woke me from my morning nap. It was easy to fall asleep after breakfast, it was more than that, it was a ritual. I couldn't remember what was I dreaming about, but I woke up feeling some kind of emptiness, and it was not my stomach, it had something to do with the misterious goddess in the corridors, I realized.
Before I could notice I was standing in front of the door... HER door. Without knowing what to do there or why did I want to see her again so desperately. She was a completely stranger after all, and probably she wouldn't care about someone like me.
I was taken back to reality by a noise. The door in front of which I was standing creaked as it opened slowly, but it was not her who came out but an old human with long hair and a scary face. He was carrying a broom and a bucket of water. The man looked down at me and smirked, then he tried to kick me, but I had started running just in time and didn't stop until I was at the common room again.
Not used to the exercise as I was, I curled up in Hermione's bed and tried to think about other things, but I couldn't take her out of my mind. I HAD to see her or I'd drive mad.
When the classes finished and the girls were back, I already had a plan and I waited until they were all asleep before I went down and slipped by the portrait.
As the night before, the corridors were silent and desert. I was on the fifth floor when I herd a wonderful voice coming from somewhere to my left. It was not a human voice, it was HERS!
I almost floated following that voice. It came from around the corner, but when I popped my head to see...