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A/N: This is a 100 prompt challenge posted my MioneWazlib .net/topic/1714/7032945/1/. Check it out if you fancy having a go!
Introduction
In the dense midnight sky, the Gryffindor common room was stiflingly warm. The fire crackled away busily, occasionally sparking it's warm glows onto nearby furniture.
Rose Weaseley, was curled up in a red velvet arm chair, reading a battered and bruised copy of Hogwarts A History, underneath the twinkling moonlight. Dodging a yawn, she carefully turned the page, as her eyes became heavy, she started to squint at the words on the page.
A loud bang erupted before her eyes. The book slammed shut. Just before it was hurled across the room, at firebolt speed.
Clutching at her chest, a look of horror spread across her features. She'd heard the old stories, but it couldn't be could it?
The short answer was no.
Seconds later sniggers were heard, just before James' head appeared out of no where, as he flopped to the ground.
"James, that's not funny!" Rose protested.
"Oh it was, the, the, look of your face was priceless," he gasped out in between short breaths.
"Uncle Harry gave you that cloak for good, and not to prank my with," she wined irritably.
A second figure appeared, as the cloak was released off them both. A howl escaped his lips. His black hair was choppy, haphazardly spread out in all directions.
"I'm sorry, but that was too easy," he exclaimed, a smile spreading from ear to ear.
"And you are?"
"Michael Bowler, my lady," he bowed in front of her mockingly, trying to clasp her hand leaning to kiss it. Rose jumped up from her seated.
"I will be informing Victorie of this! I thought here of all places I would be taken seriously, night!" each word was penetrated with a thud up the girls staircase.
"Night Rosie!" James yelled at the top of his lungs.
As for Michael he just stared at the place Rose had just vacated, clutching the book she had forgotten in her wake.
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