The empty bedroom was awashed with moonlight, flowing in from the open window, and seeking and filling every dark corner, every litte crack in the wall.
Serephina sighed and put down "The Legacy of Swen Knucklehorn" and stretched out her long legs in front of her.
It was nearly midnight and yet she still wasn't ready for her exams in 3 days.
She glanced at her wristwatch.
"2 days, now."
Serephina looked around the room, half-bathed in shadows again.
It was eerily quiet, devoid of Crabbe's rattling snores and Draco talking in his sleep, of hidden wonders and treasures.
Draco.
Serephina sighed. How she wish she could get his attention.
He was her best mate,but only a friend.
And it seemed it would always be that way.
Serephina stared into the fire, thinking of Draco..everything bout his was RIGHT but them together seemed so Wrong...
The popping of wood on the fire made her jump as she came back into reality.
She shivered and lifted her wand.
Accio, wood.
After a moment,there was a crash and Serephina threw herself on the floor ,just in time for a neat pile of firewood to go zooming by, and stack itself into the fireplace.
Snow flakes drifted in, and Serephina went to the window to close it, pausing a moment to look at the rows of homes, filled with Muggles.
"To be a Muggle, with little worries" Serephina whispered.
Her sister turned and mumbled something in her sleep and Serehina quickly closed the window, and lay back down.
If her family knew she often dreamed of being a Muggle, she'd be a disgrace.
She blew out her candle and closed her eys.
Her last thought as she drifted off to sleep was "If i was a Muggle, Draco wouldn't ever speak to me again"